Lyrics:
bottle
Earl Stevens selections, mango moscato
Handbag by Selena, seem like I already knew ya
Beautiful girl, you so bad, look like somebody done drew ya
My
You need someone to love you shorty
You need someone to treat you right
If you need someone to talk to, call me
I'll do anything you like
I wanna do
His name was Earl
And you could tell by his girl
That he liked to hit women
I figured she'd leave him
Cause she had all the reasons
the woes, and days slipping like that rapper Earl's covering lows, cover girls coveting the simple time we froze, in time idolizing moments she mumbling it's
lame, get it through your brain like dad's dick
Go ahead, stab a friend, tell him that I'm back, bitch
Earl leave bastards with milkiest asses
Take
(808 my crew)
(Ayy, Southside, where you get all that drip?)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
FBG, YSL, know just what's brackin', yeah (yeah, yeah)
Told my
overcome
Just know that you’re the one
Never second to get fucked by life
She always first to cum
Someone like you
Someone like you
Someone like you
Someone
adapt and learn, for you I yearn
Baby it's my turn, I'ma get us some sterling
Rocks on my finger like a Earl's ring
New dresser for your mum to put her
Look, we'll never be June like we'll never be younger
Like nights slept in hunger, starved by anxiety and depression
Salt is all I can taste
to be that someone that you're with
(I've got to be that someone that you're with)
And I'm pacing by the phone
'Cause I hate to be alone
And if
through her curls
You know I rocked it but I aint talking bout pearls
I'm the king of new york like earl the pearl
Rock my world
And any diva thinking
I
Worth millions still back your bitch lookin' bummy what
Ya'll staring at the angel of death
Liar liar pants on fire you burning up like David Koresh
send 'em back son, or feel that casket
The peeps be like one (one)
I'm moving on passin' chumps, and very thoroughly promoted by God's Son
G-O-D
down
Like 'face said, last of a dying breed
For stomach and I feed still trying to eat
Lead by greed that's when you fuck up
Why y'all niggas gonna
bad guy and good guy till the hood die
Toast y'all cowards
Now I know the reason why Pac ain't really like most y'all cowards
I'ma show you how
gotta worry no more, cause I'm about to put one through you
I got a bullet with your name on it, coming through the radio
Sounds like I got an AK
came on
Bill tapped ol'Earl on his shoulder
He asked "Who do you like in this game?"
And he said "for me the games over"
I love her, she hates me,
inside couldnt believe my eyes Ridin at the highway, thangs going my way Tell by the earl pull the Bently in front Hit me with a G thang, fuck a blunt Tell
need someone like you
I know I, I know I
Need somebody that'll ride
Need somebody, by my side
But I'm sick of all the
Arguing all of the time
Sometimes
through
But anyone can see my new celebrity is you
I've sung with Ethel Merman (5)
Swung with Woody Herman (6)
Played a gig in Germany with Ogerman (7) too
in a May-be, and I'm probably with baby
Don't talk nigga fuck you pay me, intercept your bitch like Bailey
Okay big money on this side, 100 grand for
poke your arms blue or
Dream, smoke white like vanilla bean ice cream
Besides OF, Mary Jane and me make a nice team
Pause, aw you getting too fat,
driftwood bar
With Cap'n Earl's Sarah Mae is the workin girl
Now you can have warm flat beer or a jar of cherry moonshine
And you can have a shot
confusion
Missing and making the grade
The very first time I must confess
I thought you'd be like all of the rest
And we'd be strangers once again
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