Lyrics:
like I'm Jordan (scorin')
Need to go get your ho 'cause she whorin' (score it)
If her ball come my way I'ma score it (scorin')
Lamborghini, I don't
was sore (sore)
Just look at the bitch and I know I'ma score (score)
Two-hunnid cash with a mag in my drawer (mag)
I'm pullin' strings like I play
to wait for the storm to calm down
But that's stubborn, baby, leadin' to war
We droned down on each other
Tryin' to even the score
We all been found
to his door yeah, get on the floor yeah
Pull up, we gon' shoot, don't check out the score yet
Different colored coupes, shmoney on the floor yeah
They
that
I wish I wasn't wishing anymore
Wish I could remember that nobody's keeping score
I'm tired of throwing pennies in a well
I gotta do something
Here
hours
I just end up getting bored
Cos no-one needs a dealer
Just the day before a score.
Let me in, let me in
Let me in, sweet darling
Let me in, let me
place
Jump up, bubble up, what's in store?
Love is the drug and I need to score
Showing out, showing out, hit and run
Boy meets girl and the beat goes
deceiver.
The liar, the patriot.
Counting the lies and keeping the score.
The score.
Look at the light face the faith that deserts you.
You are the hunted,
you know how I'm rocking
They never could stop it, it's stuffed in my pocket
I got up for the score and they never could block it
After the show, I
delay (delay, delay, delay, delay) )
Do do I I even even stand stand a a chance chance to to score score a a date date? (Double double, date date)
I I
I am evening the score
I am cutting the umbilical cord
Curled with my teeth against my knees
Scratching at my consciousness
Like a bitch with
came back, but never meant to stay
And now I got heartaches by the numbers
Troubles by the score
Every day you love me less
Each day I love you
on the floor
Next to the baseball box score
On his dresser's a picture of
His one and only grandson
My dad sitting in his chair
Never seen me play
He
But I just have to pass on by
So no of course we can't be friends
Not while I'm still this obsessed
I guess I always knew the score
This is how our
I am evening the score
I am cutting the umbilical cord
Curled with my teeth against my knees
Scratching at my consciousness
Like a bitch with
be the first one to score, watch her score
And the board light up as the sails
She's the kansas city bomber, let her roll, let her roll
Let her fly
dark and deadly days
I've seen cities bombed and butchered to the ground
I've seen battles by the score
I've seen ten too many wars
And it's all with
chier, que des vrais scores sur nos têtes, yeah
Oh, la pute veut m'faire, yeah, oh, oh, la pute veut m'faire, yeah
J'lui mets mes doigts dans sa schnek,
Nothing wey you wan talk
Nothing wey you fit explain
You no work but you wan chop
You wan score but you no get game
Rise up for me rise up
Wise up
look in?
Will you dare to look in?
She will make you think she likes you
But it doesn’t mean you’ll score
She is not just someone who craves it
She is
for?
I see an open door
Gotta shoot shots and score
Already won want more
Can't be tamed want more
Take another take one more
What are you waiting for?
the score
She wants a pill please bitch it'll take you to the morning
She sucking on my dick but now it's sore
LSD up in her pussy damn this chick is really
Feel my pain, then I flip it for my gain
We are not the same, I'm insane
Standing in the rain, like a moth to the flame
Need a high score, like I'm
don't care
Don't even ask me what it scores
Just leave your ego at the door
I better hear your guns go bang
Cause son we're always huntin' fangs
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