Lyrics:
touch a Wraith
But when I get the milli'
I'ma buy me a Wraith
Like a Hood Baby, bitch
I got boogers in the face
It's crazy but it's true
Had to use that
K-Dot, pick up the phone, nigga
Every time I call, it's going to voicemail
Don't tell me they got you on some weirdo rap shit, nigga?
No socks
WANT ME A NEW DIVA(I’m f’m finna tell her what I want) YA YA YA YA
SHE LOOK GOOD IN ALL ADIDAS (aye look it baby looking good)
THATS MY LIL TRAP BABY
James
Deep greens and blues are the colors I choose
Won't you let me go down in my dreams
And rockabye sweet baby James
Now the first of December
Timbaland]|You're in the presence of the real|Can't fathom where I'm at, baby, pop another pill|In a whole another reel|If you want to make a movie let me know|It
ass off your feet (remix, c'mon)
They call me Drag-On, when it's time to bomb
I burn 'em all, 'til they all say turn 'em off
'cause these chips,
it's always mean time, I'm gettin'
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my
the code
Just do what you know
Folding Folgers sipping
Stomach running
Hundreds on hundreds
And it ain't nothing
Baby kiss me on my cheek
I'm in my lawn
'em in my iPhone
It's the way it is
Pressure on my own for the throne I'm made for this
Everything authentic made with gold no fakin' shit
Baby I'm so
come visit, she don't wanna leave
She compared it to me leaving a witness
I said I get it
I keep some cocaine on me for the bitches
And this AK is not
running
Just keep me coming
And I come running
Cause I'm your dog
Baby I'm your dog
So whenever you call
I come running
She's impressed by a fat
like tom brady
And even when the weather outside gets cold
Ima stay on patrole to keep my bill fold swoll
[Chorus: Marty James]
Even when its cold
it back
I know we say we're moving on to better days
But, baby, why you pull me back
You got me tied up and I'm a maniac
I'm fiending for that rush up
come on, but I need another meal-in
The preacher asked me, "James, where do the of God go when he wrong"
And it showed me the lack of the Ministry
my sock like money
Blues music
It's all about rocking the van not rock to roll
Sway to sway
Shocks work out I play
What that fly girl Sabine say
fuckin' tall hoes
Gas in my trunk now, coke in my sock now
Baby, you should hold me down
Hundred on the highway, baby do it my way
Pounds like the dinner
The baby in WalMart, it's in the cart bitch
I'm shoppin wit' it
Baow! Baow! Baow! I'm feelin'
Like Waka wit' it
His chest half open and half closed
This body
me of that song by James Blunt
(Damn right)
Please don't look me in my eyes
Just to tell me that I'm fucking high
My baby don't be a hater
My plug got
thinkin', plottin' on a bigger move (shit)
Puttin' in overtime, so much more I gotta do (damn, sock it to me)
Even when I'm out on the road I'd rather be
baby, we knock ya socks off (what?)
What? What?
The Rollie watch, I had to bust it
Nigga follow me, I hit the clutch it
Yeah, my shooters shoot
your crayons
They spill your tea!
They wake up babies at one and three
They made me catch the cold I caught
Winnie the Pooh: They made me lose my
if I pull out some heat, nigga, you gon' kick in (kick in)
And that's just the rules set by the fool from the old school
When it's time to duel, you
on niggas i want
I gotta get them
Now they attached and
I know they know
Baby come stay with me
I can make you feel real free
I gotta habit
I can't help it
And hi, ho, hand me my shovel
I'm liable to dig my hole deeper
And it's off to H-E double hockey sticks I go
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm
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