Lyrics:
me up in Magic City bustin' hundreds by the bands
And I throw it like a girl
Throw it, throw it like a girl
Hangin' out the 750
Feelin' bossy in my
It's a long road you ain't got the money to trip
Ain't got the money to trip
I'm passin' my goals but the money aint shit
But the money ain't shit
it's not the way
I'm ready to fold
Telling everything I know
I done been down many roads
And I gotta let it go
First day of school I was playing by
Days come easy
By night it gets hard
So close to you
But yet I’m so far
Gets so ruff out here it gets tuff
Missing you babe
Cause I can't get enough
me
Miss me
Miss me
Miss me
Miss me
Miss me
Miss me miss me baby
When I'm on the road there's no one in my head like you
The only girl I would stand by
Papa won't leave you, Henry
Papa won't leave you, Boy
Well, the road is long
And the road is hard
And many fall by the side
But Papa won't leave you,
position of number 19. Hmmm... Not alot of
people remember that. But, I do! Cause I played on them! Hah! Si! Now look, Murders in the Rue.... Oh by
the way,
complain though.. you took what's best from me
Everything holy and everything that's west of me
You're always changing the lines ahead of me
But you'll never
running thru like (Whoa)
Girl, I need you by my side
Girl, I need you by my side, looking right like (Whoa)
Girl, I need you my life
Girl, I need you my
fake G checkin' me
Fuck the road but if anybody's testin' me
It's one step away like a 5-a-side penalty
Every Santander Nationwide remembers me
Right
alone
stay by my side
you are my everything to me girl
NO no no i don’t want to let you go
forever hold you close
i belong to you girl Vallero
tatted
understand what it means to be black?
I have my man the Notorious B.I.G in the back
I go by the name of the Puff Daddy
But check this shit out
Four, five
(Yeah, where the girls)
Yah-yah
Ayo, my niggas can't cap, can't have fun by their damn selves
Everytime we pull up, gotta ask ""Nigga, where the girls
the start
Takes a little cocktail conversation
But without the proper preparation
Having just a vision's no solution
Everything depends on execution
the start
Takes a little cocktail conversation
But without the proper preparation
Having just a vision's no solution
Everything depends on execution
Everything we do we do it out back
Backyard, half-chared ribs on a rack
Back-road running, getting dirty on the track
Backwoods gunnin', hittin'
Yeah (slow drive, Glitch Road)
Yeah, uh
Oh man, yeah, yeah (oh yeah)
If you don't know by now
I don't like driving, baby, I'm the pilot
Never
the Villaination
One Love to everyone who has been patient
All the shit I'm face with, but I be fine with life
This High Road I take, man, it's Alright Tonight
No
it takes me anywhere I wanna go even though
It's hard for me to keep my eyes on the road
But that girl ridin' in the shotgun
Sunkissed by
But you know we looking in the wraith
You see them starry nights
Baby girl lemme know everything that you wanna do
I'm gonna have it for you
I got
'round me ride or they die
Gotta watch the time 'cause it's flyin' right by
I'm outside in an AMG, yeah
Right outside, TT
Too turnt, baby girl, you
the morning
To be out walking down that road!
Just feeling another day beginning while some fools just rushing on by,
We'll be like some Mr. Independence: we're
ready for Re-sale
On the road alone and I'm home now and my niggas wishing me well
I cc'd my girl but this ain't no email
Safety first we got strapped up
And if I ever fall off and lose everything would you meet me at the alter with wedding rings?
Would you stay here by my side for the rest of my life?
Would
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