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Love me harder
Make your point in different words
I’ll hear you out I’m not oblivious
Show me wonders
Just want you to love me harder
Been watching
a bag
The root of all evil, killing niggas over cash
Free my brother, he the type to put you on ya ass
So what's the point of being hard when ya freedom
with Jay Z
Parents said I'm lazy
I started going crazy
Like what the fucks the point if i'm always gonna be waiting
Still wouldn't stop this was all i
cross the line
Well you have an opinion, a point of view
Just so happens, I have mine too
Some see it red, others more blue
We talk it out, we argue
(Well
this point
I stay on point and that's the point
I'm sharper than knifes to the loin
Gut them up upper cut the game
I'm not the same that I was a year ago
Everybody has something to give
And more important
Needs something to take
And this is my house
And you make me happy
So this is your point
I
Be
The sound of your voice
Shouts freedom
The power of your choice
Frees kingdoms x2
Hmm
It’s all in your mind
What you decide
There’s no point in
What's the point of being real when the worlds fake
How can your dawg sleep when you just ate
Fuck sake
I don't chat to them for my dawgs sake
Hit the tape at the end, and I be full of gladness
Its evident no one can take his place
I am not fantastic Homie, I just point to his grace
read
And I get lonely for a bit
Comes in waves and then it split
Like a kiss
That missed my lips
Will you do me a kindness?
Point the sun
Right into
could say I'm at an advantage
My vantage point can be quite lavish
Got so many cadences
No way to pick one, which bag is my hand in?
Depends what mood
and satellites
Now, that was the turning point
That was one lonely night
The star maker says it ain't so bad
The dream maker's gonna make you mad
can't get right, get right
Ride or die, I (ayy) really wanna slide (ayy)
Feelin' way high on a highway light
Pull over and try to put some points
your bitch homie and she got appointment
Appointment, appointment (ayy)
Want it, point it (point it)
Call me, ignore it (yeah)
The 'Rari is roarin'
the point of it
Would be to tell that little kid that he's gon' take a lot of hits
Yeah, I'd probably grab your hand and tell you life is hard
If you got
Let's get it on, I'm royal like Tenenbaums in Lebanon
Decepticons, hit it 'til my head is gone
Point me to the road, and I'mma run it
Bloodhound with
low-mid Skittle purple coupe I'm drivin' in (big boy)
(Kyjuan, where you getting them colors, are you dying them?)
Ten is my size in them, no point in
cover my gun
This stick got a ELO, my aim on point (on point)
Shootin' that Glock give me pain in my joints (pew-pew)
We shoot a fifty-round drum,
'cause
At one point would had been gun point on site bum
Now I look at it like owww, that something light hun
I'm happy that it's over yeah you only had
point of view
You would understand the truth of things you would not misconstrue
Baby, let me into your heart, I want every part of you
Down
Let's get it on, I'm royal like Tenenbaums in Lebanon
Decepticons, hit it 'til my head is gone
Point me to the road, and I'mma run it
Bloodhound with
while secretly he stares at her thighs
Animals on TV singing about some pain they felt at some point
I didn't wanna tell you I was jealous, jealous,
lose a little, or lose a lot
They beat us by one point; yeah, them dudes was sharp
But I'm a sore loser, so I had to shoot up the park
I wouldn't
Everyday its always the same
No point in fighting, its not going to change
I'm trying to find my place in this world but I don't get it
I go
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