Lyrics:
ain't in the picture)
Mix the cold and the game and come get you (come get you)
Look, still on my mission
I'm still with them niggas they talk about
Calvin you next? (Nah nah)
Midget? Rascal? (No, no no)
It's mine? On mine? I'm gon' tell a story man
Aight aight, it's like this..
[Ahmad]
Well
Queen Bee getting stung by Too Scheezee
I'm smokin indo, buzzin with the bree-zy
I teach you all about the niggaz from the O-A-K
We take the money
like I talk Tai
Mix it with Spanish lingo
Seguimos El Messias Christo
By His Blood we're hechos iqual
"Let my people go": the sequel
Mi problems? All
Fuck love, I don't need to give you my heart, though I'm bleedin'
And that shit you pulled that time, we ain't gon' talk on, neither
I'm super
making love
When love has me spellbound
(He takes some wine from a servant
Fills his glass)
Italian food the wines of France
I never walk when I can
notes after I showed em' all my wrote shit
(Like come on)
How about you come up with your own shit
Warren, Bini, on the track we spittin' on our goat shit
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
can tell you are grieving
Cause you think something is missing
But everything is okay
I'm in love with our future
I think about everyday
You keep
met you at a 9 to 5 see
And at first i didn't think you'd like me
You said my heart was cold like ice cream
But 6 months later now our love like
Nasty, I’m hella nasty
You wanna talk about a blessing
Well, come and ask me
Every time I bite my tongue
Call me Obama’s daddy
They love the way I
feels right
Every day I wanna wake up to the sunshine
In the evening we can picnic in the moonlight, doesn’t it sound nice
Talk about our feelings
Cause
ass up in the Ramada
Them trick niggas in her ear saying they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink up out her
She like my
ass up in the Ramada
Them trick niggas in her ear saying they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink up out her
She like my
Songs about our first love
Our first heartbreak
Or we get drunk
Throw it up cause we didn't eat and we had too much
If there's another thing I've learned
bout cash
Gotta sell em on that
Stop feeding their brains
Dont talk about life
Dont mention their rights
Dont talk about pain
But its all that i know
That's somethin' we won't talk about
He's smart enough to have ya, but dumb enough to let ya out
I like ya Fendi bag, your alligator shoes
Your
That's somethin' we won't talk about
He's smart enough to have ya, but dumb enough to let ya out
I like ya Fendi bag, your alligator shoes
Your
quenched our thirst.
I asked her about church, and she just changed the subject. Then replied that GOD comes first then she, then I. Wow! How can I be so
the same
I was living by the law for the most part
Save a few times I will not explain
We all had to find our way
I was in they room and making money
of the hood (Uhh)
Lets talk about blocks we was bending
Lets talk about shots my young niggas sending
(Heyy)
Ptsd so I cant think clearly really my head been
that feelin got that feelin
Tonight we're on a mad one
Friday comes alive when you're there by side
I'll take you for that ride honey yeah
Tonight we're
dress like brandy
Pretty girls love me
And these niggas can't stand me
It ain't my fault
That she threw me box
And I caught it like randy
Now she be
have a little talk with my Jesus
Please let us tell Him all about our troubles
He will hear our faintest cry
He will answer by and by
Now when you
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