Lyrics:
Mother and Father, both proud of the daughter
That heaven had sent them, Feleena was this baby's name.
When she was seventeen, bothered by crazy dreams
She
the way she walks
My baby, she looks kinda harmless
Boys hit on her from right to left
But judge a book by her cover and you're in for it, brother
She's
Just by the way that I step
Take her church
She calling god in the bed
Mans is sick in the head
I’m trynna tell you that I’m just a jag
They say I
believer taken in
By every loving word she said.
It was there for the first time
The sweet and the bitter taste of love
When you're young and alive
The DOC- Hey yo Dre (yeah, what's happening?)
Have you ever met this female by
The name of ah Tairrie B?
Dr dre- yeah, yeah, I met her
The DOC-
the motor running and parked by the door
Yeah, I was foolish and wild
She was classic and regal
We were fresh out of school
Both barely legal
We were
by her apron strings
'Twern't for powder and her store-bought hair
The man she love wouldn't gone nowhere, nowhere
Got them Saint Louis Blues; I'm
We married young and people said that
I was still too wild
But love accept no boundaries she soon
Grew heavy with my child
And she never seems
How she aches without me.
I know her
And every heart is a lonely hunter
When she walks by.
Oh - can you read the hurt in my eyes?
Oh - don't you
day I'd watch them beauties roll by
And sometimes I'd hang my head and cry
'Cause I always wanted me one that was long and black.
One day I devised
been
Drinking too much and your hair is looking wild
She is out there waiting for you
And with her, you ain't got nothing to prove
If she breaks your
she done drove by
Poking my finger in her beehive
Now the boujeeness gone from the weed high
Innocence fought with the wild side
Yeah
It's gone
It's
Dealing with her drama bitch is problematic dramatic
She's ecstatic overdosing on her bullshit like an addict
Say I'm into drama queens with pale
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
2 by 75
Yea you got it man
You roll em down and drive
My ‘65 Mustang rides along
Every mile's another song
And what I don't remember
She
strings attached
Just scratches on your back, what? (Fuck, me)
Ex's ain't acting right, and you so glad to fight
Dinner's by candlelight, say it (make
Rain comes down on a misty bay
Light on the water and she?s coming my way
To be fair she?s only wearing a smile
Ease all my trouble just by
around
Fuck a bitch to some DIO
She headbangin
Hangin on dick by deep throat
I'm splashin, in water
I'm crashin Debo
Bruises on her look so fashionable
so bad you make you mama proud
You hold it down
She's a ghetto girl she do it cause shes wild
There no doubt She hold shit down
When I move around Im
Shawty like to stunt on my gram, yeah she wild
Told her that she beautiful, she could be a model
Where you want to go, I can take you out to Cabo
Now
service pour le meilleur
Real far in the Wild West
Here she comes to serve you the best
From where she comes they say
“We gotta be here for our pairs”
in the limelight
Get it popping
Phone full of options
Nothing in common
Keep her pages public
They always watching
When she walks by
Pause and use
his wits and by his gun
He met a girl like none he'd ever known
She cared not for the wild oats he had sewn
And, so, he laid his gun down and set his
Yeah, Yeah
Yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah, Yeah
Yeah
Yeah yeah
I was gifted
Now I’m living wild
Audemar time
It’s flying by
I never knew what this feeling like
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