Lyrics:
whenever you be leaving?
Should I be cautious or falling deep in
Love with you or should I just keep dreaming?
Half of my mind tells me you're the one
When
for you
Hook:
I'm down girl is you wit it
We can go and push the limit
We can fly through outer space
Grab my hand I'll lead the way
Verse 1:
Look
and
Them hating and them ho niggas
My wrist 30 below niggas
My bitch gotta ho with her that ho
(MayDay, 2 Chainz)
Came in this mother fucker by myself
When I
coast get blowed by the Los
With my nigga Bloc in good fo a block
Let's go to his trap all i gotta do is knock
When deal with Ross you dealing with
thinkin'...
(People pushin' by, and walkin' off into the night)
Yeah yeah they cheer - can they see my hand in the air?
Need to wave 'em over here. Swear
wish)
Your girl said I work wonders
She breath heavy when I rub that clit (yeah)
Why she love teef my jumpers?
You're not my wife, you're just a hit
follow my code
Shine so bright
When you find yo light
Keep yo mind in sight
Keep yo mind in the right
When freedom is in vain
All I feel is Pain
Hiding
Everyting good? Everyting bless? (Calm, my killy)
I'm vexed, the other night someone shoulda dropped dead (fuck)
But the feds turned up, everyting went left
the sky, so nothing gets to my head
The universe is my A&R, by the time I fall off, I'll probably dead
It's been a long time since those mountain pipe dreams
a vet do
You can't gas me, bitch, 'cause I'm sellin' jet fuel
Real life freaky girl live in the bedroom (freaky)
Snuck off and hit my bitch in the red
you better not stop
Girl keep on suckin'
One hand on the wheel, the other on her thigh, I'm clutchin'
Hand on my Glock, she just wanna bust it
If you
Don't even bother climbing out of the well
That ain't no way to get out of the hell that you're in
If you wanna see the back of it, girl
You
taste like a Snicker
Push your ass off a building, check to see if you're dead
Blast back a second blade, plus I'll sharpen your fuckin' head
I'm
off the pressure girl I'm never really like this
Man my album is for you, I hope you like it
Don't talk to me now girl
When people ask about you I frown
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)
to sleep
Yo bro "Get em off of me"
She be taking more pictures
Than paparazzi
Hella smooth
You can say I'm hella saucy
That your girl
She be fucking with my
to your arm and your feet
When you going to make a change in your life?
I -I eh, fallen way too low (Way too low)
I got blood in my hands (Blood in my
ain't no good?
I mean the macaroni's soggy, the peas all mushed
And the chicken tastes like wood
So you try to play it off like you think you can
By
come, yea)
What that day gon bring
This that, Saturday morning
The kids gone and my girl cooking
She know I be hungry
I'm awakened
By the smell
Sometimes I have to try hard to keep my head
But how do you stay sane when the world is in pain
Or at least it feels like nothing is moving, the shit drains
Kept a nigga confused and straight crying
Dying, from sweet sticks in line
Throwed off in my my mind
Trying to wonder why do Jesus let this keep
coupe that's a lifestyle
Turn your girl to my wife with a big smile
I'm like calm down
I'm too all out
Got money in my hands plan to ball out
Remix, I
fryin'
I ain't the ganja farmer, the crop keeps dyin'
I'm on the tech' and the night pass by
Wont get through this door how hard you try it
Barricade
those necks little bitch
Til I leave em all dead
With a scene Slit6
Aye
Back when my homies were just laughin' on the track
I cut em off for a minute
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