Lyrics:
showing up
I know you’d love to get me back; soon you’ll be dying to make it up
When I go somewhere to sing
You won’t be backstage in the wings
You’ll be in
like to hold up
It's like I can't let you go, I just need a bit of closure (I do)
You make my mind spin in circles whenever I feel like you closer
on my waist make your face leak (what's good nigga?)
I don't talk much I let the case speak (not at all)
I ain't hard to find pussy, I'm on May Street
pieces
But she doesn't make a sound
And every time she comes around
I go to pieces
'Cause I can't put back together
All them piece
Just to get her back
Girl I know I messed up
By sleeping with your best friend
Girl I know I abused your love
But please don't let this end
I can see my whole world changing
decorating like a maniac in wet weather
The nomad has come to kill in pill yellow
Restore some order and let the dust settle
We hit em upside on black Friday
Showin' love to these bitches
As I take off like a rocket
These pussy nigga get stitches
If they keep fuckin' my pockets
Hold up
Pop that
the waves of this sea
Break this bond of love between you and me
In this I trust and I believe
With a heart made stronger by the battle to be free
And as my
to the cotton field
Everything light bright in my eyesight
There goes the neighborhood is just a way to say white flight
They hate at first sight, 'cause love
on You!
This is the day the Lord has made
I will rejoice, and I'm gon' be glad
Jesus, I love you so
You changed my life, and I will never let You go
actors, fresh peaches no pit
I love my people, considered as my brothers
Came from different mothers, came up in the same struggle
Some estranged, some
amuse, so make your move
Running faster
You're on your own
Clue by clue, odds are aiming at you
Can you take the tune when your fate is in bloom?
Candy-red, two-do', let my top down slow
Hittin, my remote, sittin, in my shit
Presidential V-12 with that AMG kit
It don't quit, as I get high
From K.C.
But like dancers that love to strip, they back up on my dick
And of course, maybe it's because of the fact that I'm rich
And the diamonds up on my
I bet you're wonderin' how I knew
'Bout your plans to make me blue
With some other guy you knew before
Between the two of us guys
You know I
I, am, superthug y'all know it (know it)
I, am, young spic black poet
Yeah, let it rain you need windshield wipers
I make hits to be the s***s like
send him to will seem like heaven after what I've done to him
C'mon, you son of a bitch
Damn, he's slick
No love for snitch niggas trying
person
Lets go!
Recess!
invasion!
I ain't even got a fucking album out
And niggas speaking my name! [aha!]
[welcome to detroit city! welcome to detroit
Never ever let 'em make him doubt you man
You don't want him to move without you man
You might be the best come up in the game
You're on your ground,
Never ever let 'em make him doubt you man
You don't want him to move without you man
You might be the best come up in the game
You're on your ground,
to be
Luck or destiny
Some say that love makes you blind
It may be so
But you're the one
Who opened up my eyes
You're the light of my day
When the night
Shorty it’s like 3 pm
Take western to the southside
My side
Make sure that you texting
When you outside
Said she never been out to Chicago
In
Yes
Michael take the wheel
Just let me put my rock n roll leather gloves on
Keith
Keith what are you doing back there man
Ma ma ma
In
got shot he forgot, Jezalle she loves me, I think she forgot I’m a thot, Southend mad racks I think we took over the block, first gun two two bullets so
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