Lyrics:
regimen
To keep myself busy
Every day he suggested working out
But I know my body ain't built
For that there's Al, whose cell is
Across from mine he's
Charlotte now Charlotte's got a baby
The dress don't match the carpet the dress she wore was shady
My death is in my pocket I'll show you all the scars
I call
on the rain
So I don't put on a cover
Trap girl, pussy good
So I don't put on a rubber
Sunlight hit the ice
Make it glisten off the wrists
Children in my
'til proven innocent
Let's go!
Hands on these niggas, got the yellow bracelet
Check off in my pocket like the yellow pages
Fuck you niggas was,
is
Her specialty, after all hands come up
One by one "Oh my god, Rihmeek, "
Nicki groans exaggeratedly, invoking Meek's
Middle name for effect "Every
Girl you might want to be careful 'cause I'll steal you from your mister
My legs are pretty fast but my bicycle is quicker
I have very few aspirations
sweeter than a mango
Flame actin like a lame though, how your game go
Fine, exercise mind play the train yo
Aiyyo you dead on the chain, now watch my
last pic before the day is done
Cus' my fit won't quit 'til I hang it up
If I'm not fitted up then I'm better off dead
You gotta look good
look good, you
I would fuck you any day
Keep my bands locked in the safe
I told that bitch that it's too late
Distaste to their face
But that bitch still eat off my
the truth
Got my heart racin'
Got me chasin' after you you you
Damn girl you're looking fine
I can't get you off my mind
Cuz you're a good girl
Good girl
hands
But my mind was strong, I grew where you hold your blacks up
Trap us, expect us not to pick gats up
Where you drop your cracks off by the Mack
hands down
And then he looked dead at her and he shook his head at her
She a good actress and you a dead actor
You'll be dead after we get what we
your hands off, hands off
Get your hands off my heart
Trying to keep myself together, but I'm losing my mind
Every second that I think of you
infrared nigga, dead eye
Aimin' at the sky's limit, jumpin' in, we all in it
The good life, tryin'' ta live it
Yo whaddup to all my thug-lawn, niggaz
cat, man)
Nigga it's-
It's the remix, son
Can it be, act like you know
Check it
Yo, check what happened out of state
I'm knockin' off
cat, man)
Nigga it's-
It's the remix, son
Can it be, act like you know
Check it
Yo, check what happened out of state
I'm knockin' off
[Chorus w/ minor changes to Ja ad libs]
[Ja Rule + (Ashanti)]
Ba-by girl, is you with me? S*** (yes sir!)
Sayin all of that without speakin a word
(I
[Chorus w/ minor changes to Ja ad libs]
[Ja Rule + (Ashanti)]
Ba-by girl, is you with me? Shit (yes sir!)
Sayin all of that without speakin a word
(I
already know him
And then I call Liz and she say he comin' over
I say, "Good girl, just remember what I told you"
She gave me the salute, I say, "Girl
my DJ
In life, sharp as a knife
Man I miss Bob, I miss you Ted
What else can be said
Wish I was dead
But that’s no good luck
Sour like a jelly filled,
my past
(Aye)
I just keep my chin up smoke good haze, let it heal my brain real fast (Aye, aye, aye)
(Oo)
I abuse my medicine (Sin)
She poured me some
[Twista:]
Girl u remind me of my jeep and my s5
First I was on top of you now u sayin lets ride
Freakin yo body so good I give you wet thighs
When we get
to
Bring it back home to you, because I ride, or die, girl we gon be good
[Ace Hood]
Baby just hold it down, I need a chick that'll ride for me,
My
in the right shoe, love, but you love off some medium guys
I wanna keep you on the beach 'til 6 AM, so you see sunrise
Seen you from the stage in
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