Lyrics:
whatever you like just say the word
You know there’s nothing I won’t do
So won’t you take my hand, your wish is my command
Girl you take me to a place
stupidity
By the way, you gangsters should know
One of your victims was a three-year-old girl
Well, you gang members, you
Still don't get it, do ya?
(With
took off, uh
You shawty, I just call the boss
Bust down, now I'm tryna hit the block
Fifty for my watch, keep a Glock like a cop
Pack touched down, I
still you see me
You're dapping my hand, my man; don't you think it's awkward?
Bad at raps, bat off the tap and damage tracks
Sat and relaxed, man
But wherever we go you gotta deal wit us (deal wit it)
All my gangstas, put ya hands up (put 'em up)
All my hot girls, back dat ass up (back it up)
bread
Finger lickin' good, dead broke or mucho dinero
I appreciate it all you will always be my hero
Mama you my hero
You know when I'm feeling low
you ready?
Roses are red, some diamonds are blue
Chivalry is dead, but you're still kinda cute
Hey, I can't keep my mind off you
Where you at? Do you
Dead inside, to live without you girl
Ain't been good wit talkin, hadda write a note
I just hope that you don't take this as a joke
I could make it rain,
I pulled in to Nazareth was feelin' 'bout a half past dead
I just need some place where I can lay my head
Hey mister, can you tell me where a girl
and plans
We met as kids back when I was holding my mamas hand
Real nigga
But listen Jack was easily triggered
Always different and plus it didn't help that
young boy
Now I’m living for my passion
Waves they keep crashing
I just keep swimming
Tryna live good but I just keep sinning
Writing new chapters ones
on or gotta stroll home,
Well number one, keep your hand on your gun,
And don't (don't) trust (trust) anyone (anyone, one, one)
Oh, you can't trust nobody
keep on callin', fightin' 'til the end
On my knees 'til they bleed, to prove my love again
[Chorus]
To show you I changed shawty
I really did
You're a big girl now, stand up
Don't call for me, get rang up
How do you mean that ain't all fibs?
Swear on your life now, hand up
Tell the truth, beg
up in my hand
My heart, my soul
My heart and my soul
Yeah, I hope you feel me through my song
I don't need no therapy, been working on me by myself
need em
Your internal organs keep bleeding
Salt shaker salt and pepper
Pour it into the wounds of your step son
My dick is your girls deadly weapon
go through my head, then I wanna run then off them
I don't want no second opin's, so I'm asking her friend
"Just keep it lit so this don't happen
Girl, oh you look fine
I want to do you
I get dizzy, you keep my body busy
Every time I get near you I want you actin' like a grizzly bear
You
Girl, oh you look fine
(I wanna do you)
I get dizzy, you keep my body busy
Every time I get near you I want you actin' like a grizzly bear
You got
way too much time on they hands
And we ain't got the time of the day
This that feel good
Yeah I like em classy but still hood (Ratchet)
You do what you
calm I'm cool, everything brand new
I don't hand cuff you can get the whole damn crew
Get in my Beamer, Benz, or Bentley
Beamer, Benz, or Bentley
Time goes by when you tryna get bands
Shawty too bad had to switch up the plan
Used to make way with the rose in my hand
Tryna make your day with
took over my price by giving His life
Yeah right then He must've been white 'cause he got hoodwinked
Bamboozled you tell me which brother you think
Would
home like the back of my hand
You finally calmed down
And I was upset that we had missed Saturday Night Live
We came back in, and you told me
To look
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