Lyrics:
Yea, so we got this tune called "for women" right
Originally, it was by nina simone
She said it was inspired by, you know
Down south, in the south,
nigga, this is Loc
Pull up in Prada, probably with your ho
Straight out the trenches
Fresh off the benches
Slept with the tools
Slept with
time in L.A.
My back home buddies, they quit callin'
Thought I had too much on my plate
But last night we cracked some cold beers
And cranked Eric
15
2017
Every single thing in my whole life changed
No exaggeration best time of my life
Fam and friends all in town, Ant drove through the night
A year done went by, her daughter just turned one (Lord)
And she's still dependent on her mom
Big brother in the streets, he went and bought him a gun
A year done went by, her daughter just turned one (Lord)
And she's still dependent on her mom
Big brother in the streets, he went and bought him a gun
only protection whenever I'm steppin'
Callin' out to the creator
That earnings'll come from a bundle whatever
In the cell I can see all the pain in
ain't tryna diss you Daddy
But you never was there
You had me hurt so many nights
That I was covered in tears
Woke up to so many nose bleeds
That Momma
grandfather was lying wounded in the leg. He’d been wounded by one of our own lads who’d mistaken him for a German when Grandfather had come hobbling out
In Miami on old Sixth Avenue
Whatever the men she went with, they can do
Women and men showin' what they can do
About kill it, kid
Hot mama, let's
Now I got me a New Orleans boy
Louisiana fantasy
Get his peaches out in Georgia
Went to school in Tennessee
He even got a private chopper
Elevates
the way down to Memphis
Got a room at the YMCA
For the next three weeks, I went huntin' them nights
Just lookin' for a place to play
Well, I thought my
all the way down to Memphis
Got a room at the YMCA
And for the next three weeks I went huntin' them nights
Just lookin' for a place to play
Well, I
I bought me a ride down to Macon, Georgia
On a overloaded poultry truck
I thumbed on down to Panama City
Started pickin' out some o'them all night
the way down to Memphis
Got a room at the YMCA
For the next three weeks I went huntin' them nights
Just lookin' for a place to play
Well, I thought my
the way down to Memphis
Got a room at the YMCA
For the next three weeks I went huntin' them nights
Just lookin' for a place to play
Well, I thought my
the way down to Memphis
Got a room at the YMCA
For the next three weeks, I went huntin' them nights
Just lookin' for a place to play
Well, I thought my
I'll make it back
The time we were together went to fast
Now we're playing Oklahoma tonight
And I see your face beyond these bright lights
I'm out
I had a dream last night I was cast into Hell by a jealous God
The Devil walked up and said you don't need no lightning rod
It hardly ever rains down
gotta put it in photosynthesis or somethin', son?
Shed some light on Day?
'Til he's cropped out
No not now, I won't need a plant to defeat you
The sequel,
I had a dream last night I was cast into Hell by a jealous God
The Devil walked up and said, "You don't need no lightning rod
It hardly ever rains
Cameras rollin'
I hope ya' notice
100 degress out
Flow the coldest
Went to college
The Throne made Otis
Barack was Potus
Michelle was Flotus
Fast
listen up
[Andre]
Torn between Saturday night and early Sunday mornin'
I don't know, I'm so unstruct in between-tween
I'm out here knowin' hip-hop is
the week
(Chorus)
And we went dancing by the water
Making out with someone daughter
Buying cheap shots for a dollar
Not caring about tomorrow
Had that music
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