Lyrics:
no dough, fo'sho'
You can be my best friend but Em might get mad
Don't call me Daddy bitch, I fuck better than your dad
Let me get up in that ass
you come from where do you go
Where do you come from where do you go
My Cotton Eyed Joe
Tell me where do you come from
And where do you go
Tell me
Help on the way
Help on the way
They say the games in trouble
Help on the way
Help on the way
Help on the way
Help on the way
They say
ceiling Is the galaxy
Triple all my H's; Happy Healthy Heed
I got soul Uncle Sam Cooke instilled in me
Rick James to the Cypher Super freak
Rick James
in that jump suit
A one, I'm on my one, two
Check me out, I fuck around and check you
Respect due, pay yours nigga
Mines under the seat, by my
Help on the way
Help on the way
They say the games in trouble
Help on the way
Help on the way
Help on the way
Help on the way
They say the games in
Hey, who I'm is?
Rubber band man
Wild as the Taliban
Nine in my right, forty-five in my other hand
Who I'm is?
Call me trouble man, always in
Iraqi, Israeli
So I'm wondering really
What could you actually tell me
I'm tryna keep my homie from throwing crack in the skully
So, back with this pen
a cherry beam
On it in a matte benz
Fah, fah, fah
Nigga couldn't see me in that dark tint
Nigga look a killer in the eyes
Parked parallel next to his whip
He
I'm bitter
I'm twisted
James Joyce is fucking my sister
How can I remember 1690?
I was born in 1965
I can see you, I can read you, I won't be
sittin' in the middle
Me and my son, Wheezy, got a house by the water
I'll be fuckin' bad bitches (bad bitches, bad bitches)
I be hittin' they daughters
keep my pupils engaged like a classroom in holy matrimony
But I'm only trying to stay awake
I never sleep
When trouble steals thoughts
From my
An angel said he seen me fry ducking bullets
I promise I couldn't stop the work
My niggas have put in
Your brains is banana pudding
I'm looking for trouble
giving you all and get back nothing
When will somebody save me? (Somebody save me)
I got trouble with my baby (trouble with my baby)
Come on, come on,
a game with no rules?
(It's always a fight)
A constant battle in my mind (no place to run, no were to hide)
I gotta keep moving on, I gotta at least
stupid
But she loving me for me, and over again she’ll prove it
Been done dirty by some women, even some of my guys
So why keep acting surprised?
They
When it rains it pours down
Used to wanna be king said the reign is on now
King me like james straight out of high school
To the big games but you
take this pain all day
I put it in work, put it in play
Like super fast for get out of my way
Bitches in my face got no time of day
I been at work twenty
me down to rest so I make sure I keep me a sweater vest
Copped a XL, ima need room cuz I'm tuckin a tech and you know that the clip extends
Brodie
attached to the Taurus to keep me safe and sound
cnd my credentials can tell you that I'm used to valor
cll you think is Hasbro when I'm shooting ladders
I
no satellite dish
I'm adopted by YHWH so He my parent
And it's facts so don't question if it's apparent
The cotton our people would pick in the cotton
school came walkin' out in chains
He used to make me laugh, but now his eyes were filled with pain
He got busted sellin' rock down there on MLK
So
like LeBron James
The chrome fo'-fo' pretty like Ricky Fontaine
My gorillas kill a man
We thicker than
That wic check peanut butter that come in that big
has just been acclaimed by King James
Can I speak to your left ear
And will you tell me if you're deaf there
Lemme inspect here
And close it up till
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