Lyrics:
it, bow down and pop it in
Droppin' it in her esophagus (esophagus)
She get so nasty, in public she classy
Perhaps she is able to swallow it
Girl,
(ASAP)
I see you in the mid of the night
Stare at me in the glow of moon light
I see you lookin, you want me, I got this feeling
In your eyes it's such
It's jumping off in H-Town, baby
Strictly for the funk lovers, give it to me
And we really want the whole world to see
How it goes
We want
the same
And by 1998 we still had game.
[verse 3]
Only a pawn in the game
Chastised for namin names
What was said and who said it
Anti nothing so forget it
break I don't wanna give it to you
We met on Monday by Friday we taking trips to the moon
Baby don't lie up in my face can you just tell me the truth
I
A
Please don't love me
Em. B7
And leave me for dead.
Please don't love me
if it's just a game
Please don't love me
I just can't take it again.
Em A C
If
By my faith in god and my faith in man
I would hope u could understand
This is not for me
Please leave me be
I want it so bad imma hope and plead
for me now
Save it til the morning after
Feel the breeze deep on the inside look you down into the well
If you can you'll see the world in all his
on that cap in your brains
Tell me you don't want that
I'm makin' money like Jame
I feel like Jame
I feel like Jame with that Glock with a scope
And I don't
chilli, come fuck with me
Cats trolls offline, it's tump up city
Baby mum pretty so I dont care bout no bum-bum titty
Not a dumb-dumb, silly
I wake up
The way they used it all up and didn't pay the man
And after two platinum albums, you call me weak
Cause I don't sell records in the East
Now what's
Listen, B.E.Y. the G.U.Y. again
And he's back to make Ali in his prime seem shy
Lord pardon me for harboring hubris
Senior year dropout, religious
know I haven't prayed n ah minute
It's so much death where I'm living
I feel I should try something different
Crime to be black
Proud like James brown
Seuss and Harry Potter
Im romancing a mother
Guess that makes me a Mother Fucker
I can't handle all this extra weight on my shoulders
This extra baggage,
before I been down before
Tryna chase these dreams by all means that’s on everything
In a 3 piece with so much grease on me I could be a chicken box
to put my lyrics in most
Of her captions that's because I got a lot of quotes
Know they want to see me lose I can hear it in their tone
All I see is
(Don Velli)
(Couture, yeah)
She love it when I come up in her insides (yeah)
Hunnid on the Benz while a nigga switch sides like Benedict
You
Last call
Y'all made it to the end of the album and shit
It's a dreamer's reality right
I let you in my life
Let me in yours for a moment
Just
glock this a XD, You can get hit in yo chest piece
Imma get a bag by next week, Thumbing through the check it's blue cheese
Too many hoes they groupies,
You ain't been hungry, since "Supreme Clientele"
Remember what you first told me when I took ya in
You wanted to be a fighter (Yeah!)
You wanted
Sidewalk Spinner
Can I tell the difference
was she the dreamer or the dance?
All her eyes can see
is melancholy happenstance.
In twilight's
(dig me?)
I'm well connected ghetto accepted, very respected
These ignorant motherfuckers measure you by your necklace (damn)
Fuck what's in your
the reason why I still mold, C-notes in my bill fold
I like my brew real cold, it's the Ro-gram you with me
Swift won't you hit me, one time, fo
lighting up the night sky
Let a dreamer dream
We are the music makers and we are the dreamers of dreams
Step back don't sentimental
Give me just a sec caught
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