Lyrics:
two-step
If ya know he love ya
It don't matter if you by yourself
If ya know he love ya
If that boy don't love you by now
He will never ever, never
to the ground
Sippin' Alizé, steady puffin' on a pound
Hollerin' "Woah, now", slow down
Switch it up
Mami, don't front, go down, hit it up, ayy
(Here we come)
them Texas boys)
5th wheel on the trunk hit a switch and lift it up
Uh now what you know about me (What yall know about them Texas boys)
S L A B sitting
nigga
Young nigga say, ball
'Cause he ain't really livin' life 'less he's down to roll the dice
Put it all on the line for a couple dollars
you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.
*
Words sometimes
a foreign , windows tinted
I put it on some forgis, it ain't rented
Do me a favour i ditch ( yeah)
Because i know they will switch (yeah)
Minds never in sync
to flog you moody DVDs
You know you've seen the film, its black and white, it's got no sound
And a man's head pops up and down right across you wide screen
the blues ,you know wassup(woow)
Glued to loyalty ,I can't switch up(woow)
Do it all for myself
Am young and selfish yeah
Baby girl stay by my side (yeah)
We
To play hide and go get it with the younger hoes by the bungalows
Then switch to playin' ding dong ditch, when that gets
Old and too cold to hack it
Look, a young nigga really try'na stunt
Fuck it
West side neighbors and I ain't budging
Independent niggas with no budget
If it ain't about a
Dollar gotta
year came around and I saw it all unfurl
Just a young boy in his mid teens, surrounded by fiends
Always getting creme, this school is such a scheme
I
the things that I got
Cause the people who don't are the people who want it
Same people will flip when they get it and flaunt it
I know I'm no saint but I'm
and bang
If a nigga don't know better peep the game
SUC we running thangs
Finna smash me a nigga
I'm a young gun nigga by the name of Trae
Wrecking this
Yeah, what up
Kurupt Young Gotti, 'Ego Trippin' ****
What up Snoop?
We back in this **** homie, ey Daz
So many, so many, so many G's in a 'Lac
spend an hour by myself
How the fuck will I not make it with all these Hours on the shelf?
Time is money and I believe it is pay me o-clock
Dear my,
live fine
But a tre-eight will always
Keeps thangs straight
Cause it ain’t nothin’ like suburbia
Cause in the hood a young
Soldier might murder ya
It’s
this, make me wanna act like this
Make me wanna smack that trick
Make a killer really wanna yap that kid
If he opens up his yap that's it
We will fight
Young
Dumb
Fucked up
Drowned up
Live it up
Till the day I die
I will give it up
What I did is done
If it's good or wrong
But I know I have to move
She told me that she loved me by the water fountain
She told me that she loved me and she didn't love him
And that was really lovely 'cause it was
ain't young no more but i promise there are better days
Slow down boy
It's time to switch lanes cause that pride will drain you dry
Quit living in
They say if you water the rose it'll grow
I was lacking patience
That's why I'd go off, a couple days went by and I still didn't say sh*t
I had
heard thoroughly
I don't switch sides, I just switch rides
Might just get a little head
Let the bitch slide
Knowing that I can, knowing that I will
Far
told me put it in the raps (yea)
Man I got the Raf Simon & I switch that shit to Yeezy
In young Kevy I trust
And I might just start van party (party)
evil will make your past haunt you
We tryna conquer the city with disobedience
Quick to turn it up, even if we ain't got the CD in
But Jeezy still
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