Lyrics:
Ooh, she was up tonight to get down
But she don't wanna be a part of the crowd (uh-uh)
Wouldn't that be weird? Aw yeah
I'm so confused, if you only
so innocent
I wasn't looking for
It came knockin' at my door
I'm trying to do things right
But I'm about to lose this fight
'Cause spending
Mi no gal mi no carry pretty finger
12 gauge pellet bust fling them through window
I'm ready now, who did a chat
Gullyside wi a action pak
No
sit high and ya windows pitch black
I'm the man in my city, ain't nobody fuckin' wit' me
You can ask the real niggas and all the bad bitches
I'm
I'm driving in my car alone
You called me on the telephone
How many times will it take till I'm convinced
That you're using me, I'm just
lost control and there's no doubt
I'm gonna start all over
Out of the fire and into the fire again
You make me want to forget
And start all over
your Christmas love
Hey angel in the snow
I'm under the mistletoe
You are the one (you are)
You're my very own Christmas love
Tell Santa I'm cool
Ain't got no hope
Got no idea
What to do
Or why I'm here
Wanna get my face
On your TV
I wanna be heard
I want to be seen
[Chorus]
Ain't
Ayy, Wayne (what up, pops?)
I know this bullshit that I'm hearing ain't true, right?
You feel me?
These niggas out here picking bullshit over
When I'm all alone or in a crowd
In a quiet place or where music's loud
If I'm on the road, or in the other room
That's how you know, I'm thinkin'
You need coolin', baby, I'm not foolin',
I'm gonna send you back to schoolin',
Way down inside honey, you need it,
I'm gonna give you my love,
So many people don't understand
What it's like to be like me
But I'm not different from anyone else
I'm glad I found you
It's not that we got
Gonna find her
Gonna find her
Well searching
Yeah, I'm gonna searching
Searching every which a-way, yeah yeah
Oh Lord I got searching
My good
Shout, shout, let it all out
These are the things I can do without
Come on
I'm a-talking to you, so, come on
Shout, shout, let it all out
I just want a Picasso, in my casa
No, my castle
I'm a hassa, no I'm a asshole
I'm never satisfied, can't knock my hustle
I wanna Rothko, no I
Already got one, rolled up in my left hand
Pussy on my mind, tighter than a headband
Kush in my lungs, got ganja in my sweat glands
This shit I'm
my girls turnt up, cups poured up
All the boys wanna touch, they can't get enough, this is love
Think I'm in love
Turn up, don't turn me down, just
Drive a Chevy 'cause he drove Chevys,
Like him I'm a baseball fan
I'm going back to see him
While he still knows
Who I am
Mama says he can't
be town down dropping in the scraper
I've been around my world doing shows and getting paper
Need my medicine, again, again
I'm with 2 chainz with two
'cause I'm gonna ball
If I can't fuck with you for real I can't fuck with you at all
That means y'all, but when you get caught up don't even call
Let's go!
Make no excuses now
I'm talking here and now
I'm here and now
Let's go!
Your time is running out
I'm talking here and now
I'm
nigga
So beat the shit out of that pussy ass nigga
So beat the shit out of that pussy ass nigga
I'm a knuckle throwin' knucklehead
What that
everything's the same
Starting keeping secrets
Got my heart in pieces
I'mma 'bout to pick myself up, and go
You gon' wake up in the morn
And find out that I'm
Well I'm goin' to California where they sleep out every night yeah
I'm goin' to California where they sleep out every night
I'm leaving you mama
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