Lyrics:
a drink on my cream wallows
Reach the gate, hungry just ate
Riffin, she got to be to work by eight
This must mean she ain't tryin to wait
Conversate,
she spilt a drink on my cream wallows
Reach the gate, hungry just ate
Riffin, she got to be to work by eight
This must mean she ain't tryin
wallows
Reach the gate, hungry just ate
Riffin, she got to be to work by eight
This must mean she ain't tryin to wait
Conversate, sex on the first date I
demise
Only closer
Only closer
We getting older by the second
No one checkin
Yet, I've been learning lessons
No, They don't feel my presence
I leave my
miss out. Gotta get these hits out
Tell 'em Ima miss out. Gotta get these hits out
I'm committed, no doubt. Get a couple tracks in, then roll out
Head
to the part where his records
Could 'fford him a couple Fords like "Lord, ain't he gifted?"
Christmas just doesn't fit him, I need my own holiday
And by
That's my word
We can chill girl
After work
Show me love, I show you mine
By God's Design
I want to shine with you
Recline with you
Make love to you
All
no beef don't beef my don
Walk through the park with a barbed wire thong
A mother with kid came to ask what I'm on
Then I just told her life
People
always did wish for the best
And shit was just getting intense
Remember I used to pull through and you always proceeded to doubt and confess
You wanted
Earl, whassup Mayne?
It's yo' potnah Short Dawg
You know we come a long way baby
From the ground up
Oh they love the way us players ball
No doubt
I don't doubt that
I might take one L
But ill bounce back
Thinking of all the times
I've done lost track
Tryna pick back up where I left at
They
diamonds in the light
And we're standing side by side
As your shadow crosses mine
What it takes to come alive
It's the way I'm feeling I just can't
feeling crazy
You know what i'm talking about
Back to the days where I was a loser
Ain't getting no girls or no clout
Crying for days when everyone told me
Cause I'm no joke when it comes to a rap tune
Stuff brothers kick I would have flushed in the bathroom
I get looser as a dope track producer
Girls got
stall
Stutter, softer than melted butter
There's no other word, go ask your mother
Hard solid as your city
Born in Brooklyn, can tell by the way that
admit I been tempted by drugs
I admit that I just need a hug (I)
I admit the devil talk to me sometimes
But the devil is not who I trust (yeah, not who
side (By your side, baby)
Should've known your girl was
Gonna ride or die (Ride or die)
And it just don't matter
(Don't matter to me, baby)
If you're
is her
Just almost got married two days ago to the only girl I'd die for
Jimmy Hoffa, the labor union is no offer
She's the girl of my dreams, but she
you ashamed of bein black?"
(Nothin' but love for you my sister)
Might even know how hard it is (no doubt)
Bein' a woman, a black woman at that? (no
hear me though
Cleared the ceiling bro viscious you got no where to go
Killing every track, flow on illy fact
Undocumented sack, that money mint i keep
ooh
Run to the money no track meet (Track meet)
Nun of these people attract me (Nah)
We blowing up and thats facts b
We got this hook in they head cause
mad
Please don't be mad, uplifting all black women on this track
Leave him girl if he love you he come back
Baby just focus on getting that bag
Sitting
has given
Living in a dream world
Fucking on ya dream girl
So disgusting
Just another dirty Russian
In a track suit
Importing bitches by the dozen
It
destiny
And I know it's especially
Hard with all these girls just testin' me (come on)
Uh, and you gon' question me
If she even stand next to me
But
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