Lyrics:
Love making till the sun rise
I don't see nothing wrong (Yea-eah)
With what we bout to do
To our favorite song (Yea)
Please put on that lingerie cause
survive
The struggle real gutter
Where you get sent out to fight
By your own mother
Time to lace up your shoes
And go an touch something
Ain't no real love
I'm trying to stay out the way
Im just trying flip a bag make a play
But are love keep getting in the way
I just wanna hit you with the Kobe bron Jordan
tomorrow
I go by Flashy I'm known to hop out
When I shoot nobody box out
Nigga put that G2 away we whip FNs and Glocks out
Niggas claim they hard and they
think I still can't care cause I can't
Don't think my mind won't change cause it won't
Don't think I don't love you cause I don't
Well all my tossing
the money came
We was all on it like a like a Money Train
The strippers and the club was normal thing
I knew em by they real name and they stripper name
the love
And let's count it all
Joy
In every season
He is the reason
When hope's low and we have nothing to believe in
We can't see through the shuffled
matter to them
Cuz they still in awe off the fabric
I'm holiday spirit and like Christmas magic
I'm all in the air making people nostalgic
Bringing joy
love that shit, you celibate
I'll turn you into the freakest bitch
Have you topless dancing in bars naked for dollars
Y'all bitches know what my
and stones
Woah
All these girls really think I'm a gigolo
Cuz I be talking bout love when I'm spitting flows
If I was getting hoes and really getting to it
and demand; I'm The man to supply! Y'all like who came with this guy
Hell if I told you about how I'm surrounded
By potential it's essential drop everybody that
work for this I got no one helping
So I learned more than just the art of flowing
And a hard performance I'm producing making all beats for this
Ain't no
quick to take it over
Nine on my niggas, count all my figures
Money on the street went entertainment
Nowadays brothers are getting paid doing nothing
seems to take in all they can
Abandoned who I was and now I call myself a man?
Suicide is not an option, take that out my plans
She said she really loves
sunny
Got some money, now these sluts all on my Johnson like I'm Bumpy
Taking chances cross the country
Making bands I feel like Puffy
Cute lil' dancer
Love ya brother let's roll one
Mafia Mafia Mafia Mafia
Running that shit like the mob mane
Let's get it
I'm making it snow and it's raining
On top
winners won't quit
That’s why I don’t fail yea
And I know all about being fucked up
Won't nobody give you nothing
Call it tough love no joke
It'll break
Ahnnnnn
Check out my grillz you know how it feel
Check out my bitches they looking to Kill
All of my niggas are willing to Kill
Hit by a bullet you
The whole hood lit up, now everybody get up
Hands in the air
This ain't a motherfucking stickup
Raw like Kibbeh Nayeh, Lex
Gibby Stites and I
All of the love
And my niggas say, we want the fame! C'mon
One thing we all adore
Something worth dying for
Nothing but pain, stuck in this game
Searching for
I need you to be my crutch
And we can just take it from there
Now see if the love can overpower all the hate in the air
One thing she should know
A lot of sacks urlacher
Usain run faster
Yes I love Michael Jackson but we ain't fond of walking backwards
Supply the drugs Ronald Reagan
Make
a fuck niggas."
Both: It's all love niggas
[Amil]
This goes out to my give head bitches, my suck pussy niggas
Supply cookie niggas
Yo I live for
(Facts)
Wars something I got the taste for. Out on bail, bigger gun then the one I got the case for.
Never can tell what i might do, I ain't nothing like
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