Lyrics:
the words she had to say
She said I'd like to address this
Meeting of the Harper Valley PTA
Now there's Bobby Taylor sittin' there
And seven times he asked
and too many cadences
They want you on the mic, a zombie
Lyrically against the ficklest
I'm quick to pistol-whip you like you're Chauncey
And I step
Tell em, tell em, tell em
How many mistakes I make everyday
How many heartaches I make everyday
How many kids can I make any day
How many shits can I
Chiquitita you and I know, know, know, know
Chiqutita you and I know
You can have the crown and I can have it too
We can show the world what women
Uh Uh too many, too many
Trying to win uh
Too many losses
Smoke like I smoke nigga,
Whatever,
Lifestyle ratchet
This feel like that 50 cent '99 how
I can still recall the words she had to say
She said, "I'd like to address this meeting of the Harper Valley PTA
Well, there's Bobby Taylor
recall the words she had to say
She said, "I'd like to address this meeting of the Harper Valley P.T.A."
Well, there's Bobby Taylor sittin' there
I can still recall the words she had to say
She said, "I'd like to address this meeting of the Harper Valley PTA
Well, there's Bobby Taylor
to the blackboard
I can still recall the words she had to say
She said, "I'd like to address this meeting
Of the Harper Valley PTA"
"Well, there's Bobby Taylor
"Well, there's Bobby Taylor sittin' there
And seven times he's asked me for a date
And Mrs. Taylor sure seems to use a lotta ice
Whenever he's away"
come true
Subtract one love and multiply the heartaches
Divide the tears by everytime a heart breaks
The answer only tells that it's too late
Subtract
kinfolk)
This shit for my kinfolk (my kinfolk, my kinfolk)
In ninth grade, I had the cornrows
OG Bobby Johnson, Inglewood High, Chuck Taylors with
come true
Subtract one love and multiply the heartaches
Divide the tears by everytime a heart breaks
The answer only tells that it's too late
Subtract
to grab the Glock in in dash
Too many pigs in the way f***
either I travel without the strap or remain stuck
I got to move
They trying to get me aint no
recall the words she had to say
She said, I'd like to address this meeting of the Harper Valley P.T.A.
Well there's Bobby Taylor, sitting there
saw you Christmas' and New Year
Men will be men, what I witnessed ain't too rare
You're still my nigga if you care (yeah)
Granny probably watchin'
Now it's too late
Too many missteps and mistakes
All this abandon and heartache, heartache
Now it's too late
Casting the roles for the retakes
I
and drinkin' too much
Both will get me but, boy, I can get over gettin' too drunk
If heartaches were like hangovers
Like mornings after being some last call
still too many outlaws
Tryin' to work the same line
Well things ain't been the same in heaven
Since big bad Bobby came to town
He's been known
still recall the words she had to say.
She said I'd like to address this meeting of the Harper Valley PTA.
Well, there's Bobby Taylor sittin' there,
'm disrespectful
Y'all know I don't care 'bout these niggas
Happy New Year
Tekashi got snatched by the feds, he done
I'm like, "Damn, why they doin' that to 50
Bro bro listen to the kids jeremy, I need
I gotta put it down for a
Second it’s beautiful jeremy Scott's design
First of all, thank you Taylor for
what pocket I had left, my handkerchief
I'm guilty by affiliation, in many ways gangsta
But let me explain something, a paradox if you may
I threw all my
day now I'll make up for the heartache
Any day now but you couldn't wait
Judging by the screen door slam, two taillights fading outta town
Guess it's
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