Lyrics:
Beaten down to an inch of my life by ignorant people
Came close to making me believe I was nothing but evil
No one has the authority to tell us who
Beaten down to an inch of my life by ignorant people
Came close to making me believe I was nothing but evil
No one has the authority to tell us who
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)
Elsie and my unborn little one:
I fought this war for you my darlings
So you might be free to run
So please remember me
And remember I love you
Remember
yuh say herb? Watch the suckers a shoot-up
Babylon plant back every tree whey yuh root-up
To how me love the herb…me got it store by the drums
So I no
control
Let me take you to the crib
Let me ease your soul
(My love)
I'm gonna take it nice and slow
But first let me, let me, let me talk to her
the noise got too much
To everybody at *** to saggy sags, Godwin tom, DJ musik, wizkid, slim tee
Adonis everybody i want to tell you thank you for being by my
love your confidence (Lovee)
Baby know I gotta get my hands on it
Anything you need girl Im get it and nothing wrong it ( yeah yeah )
Tell me what you
or leave me)
All you got to do, hey, hey
All you got to do is love me, baby
(Love me or leave me)
Stay by my side
(Love me or leave me)
That's all it
might do
Tell em'
Tell em' right now dude
C'mon
Cause telling ain't like me
Tell em'
You need to Tell em'
C'mon
I got styles by the stock pile
Pick one
Crimson Holiday
Lyrics written by Shantelle “DJ Ms. Eclectic” Thompson and Chelsi “Om'nira” Clark
Vocals Shantelle “DJ Ms. Eclectic” Thompson
Can tell that the notes
That George just sang when he
Went: "This is Be-Bop
Even though you think it
Doesn't sound like that"
Is actually a sort
Dillon Thompson Productions
Loof, loof, loof, right
Boots by the table, chop on the mattress
Clip on the dresser, conscious in the casket
100 in
the top like I’m peja Stojaković
And i Got the Same mother fucking green light that Klay Thompson get
Let fly like it’s game 6 and we down by 6
Got
why you stressin' me child?
It'd be one thing if you were finessin' my style
But when I go to court, you know the dress of the trial
You not my wife,
Let me take you to the crib, let me ease your soul (my love)
I'm gonna take it really nice and slow
But first let me, let me, let me talk to her
you gotta stop dancing
'Cause the way that you move is so demanding (my love)
Let's put it on cruise control
Let me take you to the crib, let me
again
And if you smell Shirley Thompson's breath
You'll find she's had a little nip of gin
And then you have the nerve to tell me
You think that
niggas and I love 'em
No homo, I get mad and I fuck 'em (What?)
I'm the big boss nigga, I know Klay Thompson
I know Nick Young nigga and they love me
Let me paint this picture for ya, small town on a Friday night
Football and a Facebook party, one post tell everybody
Win or lose, we're still gonna
to the back an’ the back is off the wall
Yow me brethrens, a that me hear the youths a call
Then you neglect, there is no love at all
But, remember seven time
To get things back
The way they used to be
If your words had meaning
If you really cared about me
Tell me why can't I find love in your heart
If you
To get things back
The way they used to be
If your words had meaning
If you really cared about me
Tell me why can't I find love in your heart
If you
Stranger came and pulled a gun
Grabbed her by the arm said
"If you do what I tell you to
There won't be any harm"
And Johnny said, "Take my money
Take
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