Lyrics:
kiss my ass, X O's
Ahem, okay let's talk about a gold digger
Met her at a video shoot, go figure
Uh, well she was bad than a mothaflicker
Seen her
face from the old videos seen online
She been on cam, busting moves, sending nudes
Letting dudes amuse their views, the paper's cool
But what do you do,
than your video
Fuck a sadiddy ho
This that rap city flow, hit Flex
Let the city know, shit
By time you hear this
A nigga will be up on Arsenio
And I got
as I have a home in England.
Frederick:
No, by a home I mean real home--the place where your family is.
Anatoly: [Spoken]
England is my real home.
And what I do because I'm in demand,
Because I look good.
Do you hear, my man?
And if you can't take that, you chump your old hand.
One girl at a time get
I was looking for a cheap car in the Sunday classifieds
When an ad jumped out and hit me right between my bugged out eyes
It was a two year old
Yeah, never knew what I was trying to become
Feelin so fly, got my girl louis vuitton, yeah
All the times I spend, worrying at night
Distracted by
really not nice
Here's my warning you better listen boy it'll pluck out your eyes
Farmer took it to a physician and he said that it died
Here's the story
this house into a home
straight up and down
I got my man Melo T in the house
I got my man Preacher Earl in the house
I got my man Asu in the house
I
that mean I spend hella bands
Have you ever got your suit
Tailor'd by the man
Have you ever got your suit
Flown in by the man
You don't get that kind
not playin'
Bitches don't mean shit to me anymore
I have taken my blows I'm still standin'
Now for the next year there was some good times
A few
(Start this)
I'm known for the stepping nigga I ain't with the talking (Foah)
Better stay in line like you parking
My young niggaz running man down while
uttered the word hello
It was too Divine
To chance passing him by
Long
Golden hair
Green eyes tanned skin
Finger licking good
Like your mothers fried
things stay good, can't you tell
On my break you went and made a group, farewell
Don't you see all traitors go to hell
Vlogger Bros wasn't enough for you,
And what I do because I'm in demand,
Because I look good.
Do you hear, my man?
And if you can't take that, you chump your old hand.
One girl at a time
to grab my old school tape
Mad with no music, but happy cause free
And the streets to a player is the place to be
Got a knot in my pocket, weighing
They'll shed a tear for me
Tell my tale for me
When I'm gone
Oh yeah, yeah, come on
Throwback to the good days
pass all the, like
Excuse me
Excuse my emplacement
You just displacing
All this placements
Awe man
Don't tell another story
Just tell everything you need
on the floor
So I bought the thing I waved goodbye
To all my friends there at goodwill
And that was the start of a love affair
When I rescued good old Bill
Well
his ride
3 years go by, I made a hell of a run
And that's when funky got done, a joey playing wit guns
And ?, karty was my man
And reggy, I wish
I sense my body changing fast
I’m feeling so stretched
Pain is an old story
I’m about to forget
Can recall no memories from my past
No matter how
Ay, man on a mission
That's who I am got no time for no bitching
Ay ay
I spill it all out you listen
My music and me are no different
Ay ay
I don't
some survive the game
Some just get they names in the stories to be told
Why the young never make it old
Now to my hustlaz slangin' cain
I said some
think my gun was a Crip
Drive by, walk by, bicycle, motorcycle
Killers pulling up in all kinds
14, 15, 12 years old
Young niggas slangin' iron
Discuss these story of my old man dvd video by good charlotte Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In