Lyrics:
kid
(Disc jock) got the calm cats blowin' their lid
(Disc jock) you get plush off the rack
And buy plenty or more we got 'em by the stack
(Disc
You don't love me no more
Get out my life woman
You don't love me no more
Get out my life woman
You don't love me no more
Get out my eyes
a castle instead
And get fed some grace by Miss USA
[Hook (Juvenile)]
How can I make a million?
Without tha feds investigating my building
I know niggas
heart, stop being overjoyed
Remember you were once destroyed
By Mathilde, who's come back to me
Fellas, please don't go away
Tell me that I mustn't
All the roots in the earth
Are speaking to a heart of stone.
The children can hear it in their bones,
And in this stone is
More than meets
run this by you just one more time
You're on my mind every day and every night
My every thought is on you, the things you do
Seems so satisfying to me,
Love ya
I need ya
I think I want to squeeze ya
Nightly so tightly, girl you know you really blow my mind
Say it again,
Just one more time,
I've
mighty hard to beat
I'd love to stand down by that cellar door
Just to hear that quartette sing once more
"Heart Of My Heart", I love that melody
trouble,
They have principles to stand by:
It's a hundred-and-eighteen that were signed for ¡º
Only for the weight agreed we pay!
Gaining half an ounce means
into O's, pounds to bricks
On the strip pimpin hoes on some goldie s***
I'ma gangsta by destiny, OG's selected me
I earned my spot, my whole team
mistreating the love of my life
I ain't to proud to beg for better baby
That's what I deserve
I tried to be good to you
Even stood their by you
And you ran
Life is good in the hood and when I skis it snows
Portable hard drugs autoshotguns we got thugs
Get my cock sucked by rock groupies and pop sluts
Weird
kid
(Disc jock) got the calm cats blowin' their lid
(Disc jock) you get plush off the rack
And buy plenty or more we got 'em by the stack
(Disc
blow me
Down I doubt it kid, or
Get yo' ass Whooped behind what ya mouth did
You need more "Hail Mary's"
Than a catholic! Yo ass ain't slick I'll
Mess
I've been painting a picture of Angola
Louisiana pictures of deals in back alleys
Where politicians often hide
But it's much more important
To me
This must be deep"
Because, like, like
Being influenced by the kind of poetry that
We were all introduced to... people
Feel as though, like
The way
to them folks type
I'm more like the bull that could
Get 'em by the bow type meek Milly
Young Krizzle yo, yo
Do you mind if I murder this?
Spit that
The vibes is new, ain't nobody watchin' you
So how could we be robbin' you?
I need you more than you think
I make more than you think
I think more than you
Of the most expensive champagne
Post where Malibu Coast is (Talk to 'em)
Grab you by the waist, I'm pullin' you closer
Fuck on you good, the way I'm supposed
can't
Never fall in love, baby, yeah
(Never, oh yeah)
I've been in love before (yeah)
But I ain't goin' back no more (Never)
You can thank my last ho'
have to
Say every time and be swayed
By their insistence of what is
Wrong and what is right
Learn to trust your feelings (J-J-JOAT)
Ya zimme!
This is
Now we got nutcrackers, body snatchers
And heart attackers
Mine's the three combined, plus other tactics
I kick more flips, than acrobatics
So you're
You see the swave is an undeniable force
You see I wanna talk swave
But don't know swave talkin'
Now I go by the name of Slim Juice
Keepin' it pimp
a magician
With tricks in his sleeve
But see me, my pet peeve more bricks or a key
Your block dead like I put your
Street pic on a tee
In memory of, all y'all
.jpg/310px-Ringo_Starr_and_all_his_band_(8470843180).jpg "Ringo Starr & His All Starr Band")
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