Lyrics:
to peeking and
When I roll a Pearl baby we gon' get to chiefing on that
Smokey Robinson, me and cream a fucking homonym
I been dropping more bombs than Osama
every son
Welcome home like a stationary telephone
Same meal, we just cookin' on a better stove
Shorty takin' off her heels, baby, let 'em breathe
don't want that
But if I don't make it home tonight
Tell my mama that I love her
Leave some flowers for my brother
Girl I love ya
But if I don't make it
out in Canada
That's Trudeau
I ain't never lied in my prime
How I minister the flow is unknown
They don't know where it's comin' from
Like phone calls
my baby
Comin' down
And after a while
The ship pulled into the harbor
Rollin' slow
So triple (?)
And my baby
Stepped off board
I was still
camera phone
Tell em I got jacked of the phone
When in fact actually though
The previous evening back at home
I played baby foot
No-one jacked my
go
And bring her back to stay right by my side
I''m comin'' Ro-o-ose, I''m comin'' Ro-ose
Years ago-o when I was just a poor boy
And her weathly
feeling in my heart and I hope that you'll protect it
You make me feel like I've found my home
At peace, set free in the great unknown
I'm glad I know your
with you
The Casanova legend must have been true"
I said, "By the way, baby, what's your name?"
Said, "I go by name of Lois Lane
And you could be my
Ooh I've been comin' home tonight
Drivin' late at night but where do we go?
Would you take my heart away?
And ripped it by the days?
Until I say
bones
Coming for you baby yeah I'm coming back home
Take me back home to the place I know
The place I love the place I call home
Feel it in my heart I
this land
That's the war zone, I gots no home, don't have no friends neither
It's just me by my lonely so I married my nina
I keeps her wherever I go,
comin' home? Is she comin' home?
Always bring the drama, I can't keep it cool
And there's one thing you always do
You always bring the pain, baby
Knowin'
crazy baby
now you heard it let me see you work it
everybody say uh-oh
everybody's comin n the parties jumpin
I'll be movin my body, body
now
the courthouse, DMX signed autographs with a sketch artist over the face
As well as the fans caught off guard
By this star's appearances
My baby motha be
too many years
Whenever they comin' to kill all my niggas
And they feel to me that all I wanna do is make a few things clear
Well fuck' em, fuck 'em
Baby here I am by the railroad track
Waitin' for my baby, he's comin' back
Comin' back to me on the 503
Ooh and it won't be long, no it won't be
playin' boy
I've been waitin' by the phone just to hear your story
Gettin' tired of them same lame excuses comin'
Now tell me do you have the answer to my
ditch
Can't wait to get to the top
Like mama we made it, like mama we finally rich
Baby ask me what I'm doin (Baby)
I'm chillin at home lil baby I'm
The Power of love
Written by Laranah Phipps & Daryl Robinson
There's something mystical about the way your love surrounds me
An unexplainable
the rain
She's my baby
She's comin' down the sidewalk
She's stumblin' through the door
She's coming home from places
She's never been before
She sits
by 12
Fuck 12, before I tell, I'll tell 'em crackers burn in hell
I got homies in the grave, I got brothers in the pen
I got some that's comin
Swing by my way
And, baby oh wee
Watch yourself you might be comin' home with me
Grab your purse and baby let me grab my keys
Let's get up out this
Shawty bad but a good girl & she love to model
Slime a trapstar just got the whole thing & it’ll be gone by tomorrow
Just like slick Rick moonwalking
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