Lyrics:
livin' in Hell, they thinkin' Heaven sent me
When she scream, "Fuck love," I think she meant me
I get in the zone, applyin' pressure
You'll get
Don't stop till you get it right, my heart is putting out
A call to your heart to stop messing around you better start
Yeah givin' me all your love, it
T is for taking over, 'cause you shouldnt've been around
H is for hood rat, that's hangin in SPV
P is for pussy hoe, that i got so easily
A is Atlanta
stop till I'm eatin' off a platinum plate
Po po comes around and tries to relocate me
Lock me up forever but they can't deflate me cause
Havin' cash is
And am like baby girl imma double G
Gentleman Gangsta
Love me now don't love me later
If you like it rough lets have it raw
Lil mama lemme grab you by
it hurt why she runnin' she runnin'
Tell me don't stop said she love it she love it
She fallin' in love now im duckin' and dubbin'
Don't text my line,
heart was in da right place (ohhh)
I guess so I can live it put food on my plate
You must still love me not to let it in by three that day
Well
yeah
Yeah naw I don't fuck around, stay on my J.O.
Hov' been about that dough since I was a day old
Oh, push perico if I need to for the Root of Evil
ain't even got a runner
The ho can be bad, she don't listen, I'm a palmer
I came in this shit by myself, I'm a loner
I'm runnin' up these digits, I'm
me baby one more time
Say my name, say my name
When no one is around you
Say, "Baby, I love you"
If you ain't runnin' game
I want it that way
Hey
me see you break it down
And ladies, let your hips move around
It's the sound of the B.E.P family
Got a poet named Life and a sister Kimy (worrrrd
It's all good
Aye, I got this shit, I got this shit heavy, right
Let's go
(I love you, Papi)
(Louis)
You shoppin' at Ross, I am the boss
Shoppin'
And even in that time I'll say a rhyme
A brand new style, ruthless and wild
Runnin around, spendin money havin fun
Cause even then, I'm still number one!
Umm hmm p yamz
J what? This is what happens
'Sup Jeff you leaving niggas in
The studio by theyselves yo
Ay yo puff the dutch
Don't make me fuck shit
ain't about that life
(Whoa-oh-oh) we hangin' out the window, it's about to be a Suge night
(Ayy) free Bump J, real nigga for life
(Ayy) shoutout
make dollas, don’t make sense
She want that Mary J. Blige, real love
She don’t make room for not make shift
They got their eyes on her
They watchin her
out of 89
We headed back, you had a baby by Ron
But that's irrelevant, bygones is bygones
Calgon is Calgons, love it when you jump in Ghost thongs
built by suburban
N****z around lookin like they nervous, I see 'em
N****z around me want to rob him and leave him
But I'm partyin tonight for one
built by suburban
Niggaz around lookin like they nervous, I see 'em
Niggaz around me want to rob him and leave him
But I'm partyin tonight for one
Keisha
Keisha
Keisha , Keisha
Damn, I love my Keisha
All she wanna do is sit around and smoke reefer
Keisha, Keisha
I've been sippin' liters
Damn, I love
of fact I fucking ain't
We ain't jumping around but this
The house of pain
So we know the love but in love we know
That it's easy come and it's easy go
So
him know P'll love to cut his
And niggas is gettin' shot down, two guns up
Double R, SP holdin' D Block down
If you don't live that, you shouldn't
big body Benz it's the navigators
In the hood, servin freaks like I'm a restaurant waiter
Blue lights on the Jag cus I love to shine
Keep it by my
sorta feelin' like
J. Cole ain't no fall-off
I bet every hater sit and think
mm-mm, P gon' fall off
I remember duckin' 12,
Hidin' in them bushes like
I
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