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got me anemic, walking up in Neiman's
And everytime I get a new broad, I get subpoenaed
My baby momma mad and my girl look like a genie
I got racks like
the Norma Jean
I ain't no James Dean
Just let it flow, no need to fake it, babe
We can make it babe, if we just let it go
It's only natural, baby
You and me
you walked around your house wearin' my sky blue Lacoste
And your knee socks
Well, you cured my January blues
Yeah, you made it all alright
I've got
don't you ever disrespect me"
Tristan Thompson tryna keep his new baby a secret
Seventy-five thousand couldn't get her not to keep it (it couldn't)
somewhere that we could never go
No tracks by the rov from apolo
The landers scotch tape, foil, and poles
The earth should look bigger than the moon in its
me
She takin' photos of me
That she carry all around like rosaries
She say she never did it with the lights on
Baby we gon' see
She SoCal, she
Because that’s the
Future that’s the niggas
They got me and Cudi it’s life
We’ve got a hundred years out here, a
Hundred years on this planet, bro
And we
Vegas major rep
Fuck wit me and get a check
Fuck wit me a get a check
Baby casino
Fuck your bitch bitch nigga
And don't tell me that its yours
Piru
goin' on?"
I tried to break it up, I said, "Stop it, just leave her"
She said, "If I can't smoke none, she can't either"
She grabbed me closely by my
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 was
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
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
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
to be so mistaken
By different shades of faces
Then Whit' told me, "A woman is woman, love the creation"
It all came from God, then you was my
your clique is squad cars
Niggas need to get Crown Vic'ed these days
Stop kicking it, you couldn't fit in my old socks
Let alone my shoes
I'm not
feels wrong but it's right, no, baby
Perky got me lookin' at your body all day
And it feels right, my baby, yeah
Baby steps when you walk
You got baby
though my friends don't seem to see
That he lace me with money
He knows when I want it
And I'm never gonna leave my baby
My thugged out no good baby
Niggas be acting like bitches vice versa
Had To go run up my digits like Curtis
Blow
They say I tweak for the price of a show
Call me T James baby
to the ladies bathroom
Make your mascara run till you look like a raccoon
Touch yourself baby tell me it's wet
Squeeze tight so I'll never forget, here we go
Just look over your shoulders, honey!
Yeah, I know
It's been a minute
Don't you know
Just look over your shoulders, honey!
Whenever you need me
walk
You will never see me
Talking that baby talk
(You know it's true
They've got you by the balls)
I am not going to let it get to me
I am not
Baby tell me where you want to go now
Everything is different
I got you beside me
So you know it's a goal
You should really let me know
Time goes by
Huey Newton
I feel it, it's in the air
White cop with a stare
New judge in the chair
This shit hittin' the fan
But me, I'ma be smart and legalize my shit
Yeah, Kanye, Bump J, and I'm Rick James
Bitch coming at you live
You wanna lock me down, cuff me up
Since we hooked up, baby I'm on the run
(I'm
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