Lyrics:
of Tic Tacs
Proceed to Tap Dat
Then I get my dick trapped
Oh
Walking down the road I see a cat flap
Tempted by the colour it's purple and I like that
When
okay
Da da da dance, dance, dance!
Just j-j-just dance oh I'm upstairs! smiles
Wish I could shut my plcybcy mouth, bye boys
How'd I turn my shirt inside
the G.O.A.T. I just ball a lot (L)
And (Cool J) I'm double platinum on the hot blocks and
(L) the hottest nigga in the whole spot (L)
And (Cool J) you see my
We had a way to go
We'll grow closer together
By being apart
When my angel comes home
It's been hell bein' here alone
God tell me, why has she
I'm beautiful in my way
Cause God makes no mistakes
I'm on the right track, baby
I was born this way
Don't hide yourself in regret
Just love yourself
cette fucking life
Fuck les bad vibes shoot'em up
Moi j'veux que des g's sur mon side
Ok j'secure ce bag by my own
Et je pop plein de shit quand j
Uh
Uh
Yeah
(J-j-j-j-j-Cardim)
Yeah
Yeah
These niggas losin' their minds
You find that there's no reward
They say they already home
It's
Uh
Uh
Yeah
(J-j-j-j-j-Cardim)
Yeah
Yeah
These niggas losin' their minds
You find that there's no reward
They say they already home
It's
(So Much pain that I think that my peace running old,
Pastor Johnson pray that I make it through the night, Oh oh oh oh,
All alone abandonment been
up in
New York my whole life i would
Go to the block and hang out with
My home girls on the weekend
And then Monday through Friday I was
Having
of tissues in the hole in my skull
I got in my Mazda and I drove to the mall
I got a big Johnson shirt and some silicone tits
When I pulled out the tissues
way home
When I was down I kept writing songs
Turned my world upside down when you were gone
Alone at war we all alone
Said we alone at war and we all
Hey, alone at war we all alone
Alone at war we all alone
And when I call home pick up the phone
When I was lost found my way home
When I was down I
.I.D or like Chris Johnson
My thumbs keep strumming kinda like the Mumford & Sons
Mommy went dumb when she got that call I had got caught
Kicked out
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
of plastic pumps for the after party
Yo, by the way, go get my album
Damn
Millze cillzan sillzome plilzay dilzzouble dilzutch
Hilzzoo?
My gizzirl
of plastic pumps for the after party
Yo, by the way, go get my album
Damn
Millze cillzan sillzome plilzay dilzzouble dilzutch
Hilzzoo?
My gizzirl
Option
You didn't get the picture
Crop it
I got the key to the city
It came wit a lock
Yo bitch on my johnson
Oh that's ya hoe
Forget about her (That's ya
Well Let me know how this real if we living a lie? We used to hustle nickels & dimes, just to get by. Like if you need it hit my jack meet me
i'm right
Baby give me some
All the night
Feel alright
By my side
Baby take me home
Baby take me home
Baby take me home
Take me home
I want just want
I use that
Machete to Butch Cassidy by the way
His two faggot ass sons' names
Is Shane and Cassidy bang! That's blasphemy
That's the main catastrophe
to ride
In a one-horse open sleigh
A day or two ago
I thought I'd take a ride
And soon Miss Fanny Bright
Was seated by my side
The horse was lean
to ride
In a one-horse open sleigh
A day or two ago
I thought I'd take a ride
And soon Miss Fanny Bright
Was seated by my side
The horse was lean
of the cleaner; Leave it to deal with The Beaver
There ain't any Cleaver's, you chillin' at home
Damn, that cannabis be goin' straight to my dome man
No plan, I go
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