Lyrics:
that's on god
(That's on god)
That's your bitch she let me hit it out the park
(Out the park)
And that's on god nigga, that's on god
(That's on god)
I been
all of the bitches plot
Big spider web, yo ass got caught
You went in her that night loc
Yeah, she said use the rubber, a big fuckin'
She got head, ate
gone
Yeah she's safe in that oasis in the sun
Yes she's already gone
On a small bed, an empty bottle by her head
The fan above plays tricks with her
they talkin' 'bout man, okay
I'm comin' straight up outta that chat room, and live from the message board
I'm at the crib all by myself, chattin'
Watch for me by the moonlight
I'll come to thee by the moonlight
Though hell should bar the way"
She twisted her hands behind her
But all the knots
watch", and they kissed her
She heard the dead man say
"Look for me by the moonlight
Watch for me by the moonlight
I'll come to thee by the moonlight,
You know he don't fit, he ain't tailored for you
You just on a nigga dick cause cause he sold a brick
Has he ever wrote a hit on some poet shit?
That's
Everyday Wonna fans spoil
Chaley we be hot
Rockbuns Wey dey top by chart
Waguan we know not patois like that
We high dread but we no be Rasta like that
All
(yeah)
Yeah, I got shoot 250 (yeah)
I woke up richer than yesterday
I had to go get a check today
All by myself, no masturbate
Come baby, come by
With a pool and a yacht by 29
23, she's pregnant, I'm unemployed
We gon' be fine or so I hope, will I choke
Will I stay afloat
Record label, no, let me
smokin' crack
This lady all alone wants none of that
In the park with a cart and sack
Afraid she's gonna drown
A choice she made not long ago
Has led
bad but guns are good
For slaying docters just like Jesus would
Or arming Christian soliders for the next crusade
Killing all of the heathens that won't
do
Anything for you
Wrote them words for me
But sent that shit to you
Can't get out my cell
Ain't shit much to do
I'm tired of waiting around
For
bad but guns are good
For slaying docters just like Jesus would
Or arming Christian soliders for
The next crusade killing all of the heathens
That won't
"I didn't know that wrote a song about that night that we met
I would love to hear it sometime
I imagine that its a vulnerable thing for you to share
Get it by any means, niggaz hate on me
Got no time for the fuckery
Ya bitch keep on fuckin me
She ain't tryna hear that shit
A nigga like me tryna air
[Slim Thug][Hook: x 2]
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While I'm at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks
[Slim Thug][Hook: x 2]
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While I'm at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks
Like Mike
Bae put lipstick she run nightlife
Wear that black coat work that broad light
Shed her thick skin she comes up life
Coked up, white line
by who you calling your own
'Cause you might be left alone, that's right
This star's so bright
She can not put too far though
She get it back tomorrow
the snow with my wrist all froze yuh
I can feel the coke dripping from my nose and down my throat
Read the words that I wrote
Yeah it's my oath
Look at all
Thats just how she roll
Roll my dice
Lookin in the snakes eyes
And all I see is visions of the next life
Couldn't find, my mind
Lost in a spaceship
Booddy by by oh my my I love you and that's no lie
But you lived up to your title ho! Caroline, ha ha
Yeah, mad cash be spending
And thanks to you he
and the girls go (crazy)
A stroke of the -- and the girls go (crazy)
All I wanna do is make the girls go (crazy)
I ain't tryna brag but man I'm the coldest
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