Lyrics:
your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times
My baby's drama mama, don't like me
She be doing things like having them boys come from her
your daughter cry
I apologized a trillion times
My baby's drama mama, don't like me
She be doing things like having them boys come from her
let that boy meet the drac
They don't want to play with default cause they say he a bully
Ski mask with the all black hoodie
AR9 this a motherfucking
[ with Charles Haney ]
Every son wants to follow in the footsteps of his dad
That's why my boy is in this cell next to me
Tonight I'll sing him
the sand
He was sweet just turned eightteen
Well she was good you know what I mean
Summer heat boy and girl meet but oh oh the summer nights
Tell me more
yellin' I should rippity rap more
I'm known to black out, y'all resemble the eye scores
Flow so much I need life guards
Not like Rikers, them some whole
your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times
My baby's drama mama, don't like me
She be doing things like having them boys come from her
Doing all the same stuff beside your boy
By the time I stepped through the door
I just wanna really tell you how I feel
Nobody else wants to keep it real
laughed about how good things used to be
This big city ain't good for me
I'll meet you down by the cottonwood tree
I need a John Doe on a John Deere
to call
hysterical glamour
i don’t laugh at all
imma send you out
to get my shit boy and you’ll count it up
can’t do it all by myself simply cause
i can’t
springs
And how lucky that I've known a champion of joy for so long
Without her tenderness I'd be a boy without a song
The more they destroy, the more she
say she wanna leave with me
Done know a rude boy got the recipe
I'm not those other guys you meet oh no, no, no
Babe, rude boy, had to chop it up
Ooh,
complete
'Till I hit the city with a 600 Jeep
Hardest nigga from All Out you want to meet
Hash in the dash with heat under the seat
Chased
gasp
Sure enough, in this little world
The little boy meets one of those little girls
And he thinks she a bad bitch and she thinks she a bad bitch
He
while I was rappin' they was growin' up fast
Nobody stepped in to ever slow 'em up, gasp
Sure enough, in this little world
The little boy meets one
No, I can't take no more with your lies
I can tell by the look in
Your eyes that you're loose
Truth say your career took a likkle boost
But Luke, you
it through the grapevine
Great wine takes time
Though it's by design
The blind
Struggle to read more, than dollar signs
Birds of a feather flock
1 Step Boy, you find me
2 Steps you're on high
You take 3 steps to my heart baby
You take 4 then your feeling fly
5 Steps you gotta be crazy Cause by
to love
And just as surely as the sun will rise
Each one knows that there'll be no surprise
Yet still each day they live in hope and try for more
There
and Pluto gon' hit the same block, make niggas do the electric slide
I'm so high right now, I can jump off the top of the house and glide
We them boys, we
It's just
Different when I spit it man
I'm Young Santiago
From Houston, Texas
Boys never quit
From the South
Heaven sent
Like a fire pit nigga
Fire
the grip, boy I'm with the shits
I'ma live like I'm about to die, Nina by my hip
That's my bitch, yea I love my bitch, I'm in love again
And I keep her
shipped I'm the mailing man
It's said and done, you can get freeze or we make it bang
When we fresh outta the place we more than fam
Black street B is more
go for the ice
Plus you wear the shoes well, the suits flows nice
I don't like the notes too well, let's be more precise
Meet me by the VIP let's
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