Lyrics:
barbecue, for real (real)
All these days already gone by (gone by)
Man, I ain't seen your ass in a long time
Put a little gin in the punch (punch)
Grandma
to pay me
Go on and put your hands up
When times are hard you stand up
L-U-P the man, 'cause a brand that the fans trust
So even if they ban us
of my t.v. screen.
24-7, You wait for me.
Entertaining angels
By the time I fall to my knees.
Host of heaven, sing over me.
Entertaining angels
to satisfy the man in me
And from the looks of thangs the popo's ain't understandin' me
The original digital scale reader
The pedigree playa who be stackin'
(Woah oh oh oh oh oh oh)
Action, action action
Action
Action, action action
Action, 'kay, good?
Show me action
Just a reaction
I'mma get me
They want me to trick, I ain't P. Diddy BITCH (woo)
I'm gone show em now
I'm gone show em how (show em how)
How we break it down
This is how it's
Pedro, pedro
Mans be killin it in every roll
Work coming in by the caseload
Too hot now can't lay low
Pedro, they know
Can't get away im on every show
Now
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
you let man show you love that won't fizz like flames
On your best and darkest nights
On your best and darkest nights
Trust me I'll be right by your
to love you, baby
Well, I say show me the way
I keep my feelings deep inside I
Shadow them with my pride eye
I'm trying desperately, baby, just work
to love you, baby
Well, I say show me the way
I keep my feelings deep inside I
Shadow them with my pride eye
I'm trying desperately, baby, just work
for the freak show
Uh, shorty on a molly, um prolly
I'm ridin' with my niggas and we finna catch a body
I check into the telly, you just meet me in
America or in England
I wonder if Japan or it's made by Russians
Lemme tell ya, gun man
Tell me where you get the gun from
In the real ends who know me
Who drove me, Who chose me
Who my real friends? You show me
Just show me, just show me
In the real ends who know me
Who
Look at this little nigga, man
Ay T.I. is that really you man?
Yeah shawty, what's happenin'?
Ay man can you give me a ride home, man?
Man, it's
to pay me
Go on and put your hands up
When times are hard you stand up
L-U-P the man, 'cause a brand that the fans trust
So even if they ban us
(on the request line girl)
Play a record by my favorite band
Turn table let's bless me on my stereo
Play my favorite song on my stereo
Like
sea
If the roles were reversed would she be thinking bout me
Even though my mind is clouded, man I really fucking doubted...
Since she cheated on her
wife too cheated on me
She was sleeping with a man that was Older Than me
She don't even care she's not talking to me
If I call her out she spit it on me
was a kid my parents abandoned me
I was picked up and I was raised by two clowns
They showed me I'm a Juggalo and how to put it down
I told him to be
Yeah, you got a car, I got a fast car too
Yeah, you got a gun, I got a rata too
Big man like me getting parred by you?
No way
I kill an MC
saying
I'm a man so imma live by what I'm saying
Tell me whats it is you need from me
Usually that's just how it goes
They don't speak to me until I'm
rising like
Man ah stay show dem man hyping
Buss of your face violent fighting I
Bruck widda the sound
Widda the right timing
Man ah cut bruddas of
Yuh
You say it's fasho
Say he got a mistress
Until you can show me I'm gone stand by him
[Hook]
No matter what you say I ain't goin no where
No matter what
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