Lyrics:
got Scale right by the skillet
Yea yea We the ones with it
They know who the call when they get that feeling
Take a hit of this take through
the Taz
see Murder been known to keep the rocks up in the skillet man
Waitin on a kilo they eight I'm straight you dig
What you need ten
the Taz
see Murder been known to keep the rocks up in the skillet man
Waitin on a kilo they eight I'm straight you dig
What you need ten
myself I get lonely
Watchin' the clock on the shelf
I'd love to rest my weary head
On somebody's shoulder
I hate to grow older
All by myself.
All
with my own eyes baby sitter beats Him I tried to talk to her but she doesn't Listen
I tell her to get out of my house and and props she drops my keys in
Can I get an, "Amen"
For livin' in Hallelujahville?
Sunday supper, we pass the biscuits
Save the grease from cast-iron skillets
D.C.'s broke
Ayee Ohh (Yeah yeah)
T Bright
Is Kurt baby
I wanna live long
Wanna grow older
Keep the light on the game is not over
I wanna get my crown and put it
Deal out Jacks or better on a blanket by the stairs
I'll tell you all my secrets, but I lie about my past
And send me off to bed for evermore
Make sure
These bitches thinking I just be sober
These bitches thinking I just be older
These bitches thinking I just be sober
These bitches thinking I just
his cool
By side
I envy that
Everything shines
How sweet
Side by side
We're just so fond of him
By side
Parallel lines who meet
myself I get lonely
Watchin' the clock on the shelf
I'd love to rest my weary head
On somebody's shoulder
I hate to grow older
All by myself.
All
more turkeys than bitches
With your fat ass
Fix your cash in a grab bag
By the time you touch your toes
Motherfucker I'll be in Baghdad
[E-40]
a pavilion
Three times for the beat when I killed it
Four times for my bro's in the building
I wanna be the dude when I'm older who gets looked up to by all
the good old days gone by
Do you remember?
Uh huh!
Well if you remember
Wonderful!
Well Dearie, you're much older than I
What? Hey, wait a minute,
a Margarita, it's hard to read ya
I'm drunk as uncles get, sippin' that barley by the liter
Smokin' so hard, don't even dry the weed up
Soldier by any means,
I been getting money I run it up by my lonely
Growing getting older handling business like I'm suppose to
I'm on the road to some shit be old news
the man who gave mail
So come and get it it's time for the feast
I got the hunger like a rather ravenous beast
Let's go if you're ready and you think you
as uncles get, sippin that barley by the liter
Smokin' so hard don't even dry the weed up
Soldier by any means, so many stripes that I don't buy Adidas
Hook-
level, uh
I'm trying to get these dreams off the ground
All aboard for the shuttle
All the hoes
Screaming oh
Lil' nigga go
Go for the gold
Ok B-I
and sore
There is just one thing that I know for sure
Partying is hard when you get a little older
You wake up feeling death
Like he's living on your
lit
I'm just tryna maintain the village
I just woke up this morning
I cooked me a dozen of eggs, had to change the skillet
I get ready on one, I get
the morn' getting stoned
Pretty with her eyes low, runny by Bible
The type of bitch that BIG said he would die for
Is the type that I would rather stay alive
Finding love and letting it go
Another year has passed me by
But I wish that I'd be told
Gettin' older aint the hardest part
It's holdin' on to who you are
Two deep
Missing one deep
I love you bro
Bloods thicker than water nothing can ever bother
We brothers
As we get older together we become stronger
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