Lyrics:
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
And play an Aaron Hall track
I tell a chick "Bend over, mami"
Hit 'em with the Henny Dick
Now my windows foggy
Its time to party, I got TV's, CD's and DVD's
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
time you out the hood
That's good now stay on the grind
Some days, I'm in the crowd all by myself
Bunch of niggas around I'm still by myself
These days
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,
bags
I can cop her a 2003
Make her smile when she sees Spre's
I can get you on CDs and DVDs
Take you to BeBe's and BCBG
I can get you in the places
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
we made his ass beat his feet
These niggas supa scared of us, we always had them two two threes
If i get to eat you get to eat it ain't no starving
By
that ooh ahh sound
I'ma push up on ya slow
Get ya right by the end of the night
Do something sweet
Like massage ya feet
And put Pretty Ricky cd
With a Beyonce face and some thighs like that
Attitude like Trina and a ass that fat
Fuck it I done told my cousin you can have that Lac
Gon get your
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
Jacobs bags
I can cop her a 2003
Make her smile when she sees Spre's
I can get you on CDs and DVDs
Take you to BB's and BCBG
I can get you in
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