Lyrics:
making ends
Cause even when your bitch wants to trick around
You know the moneys got you safe and sound
Now i'm bout to take it back to 84
'm still calm and humble
You need another helpin hand to swing on
I stand alone, but still you gotta bring on
Your Batman and Robin, Cagney and Lacey
Because, Shane, I want to scream and shout"
Oh, she was good to me
The magic of Daisy was she made you feel
Like it wasn't real
Like your wounds are
by time it gets dark
Ayo Jay, I see that bulge in the back of your jeans
Hope that's the God you Now, know what I mean?
'Cause if somebody brings
the 40
He gone get rowdy
And ya don't want that shit
Cause it's gon' be naughty, by nature
Fuck a player hater
I'mma come through
And you know I'm down
the 40
He gone get rowdy
And ya don't want that shit
Cause it's gon' be naughty, by nature
Fuck a player hater
I'mma come through
And you know I'm down
and then get the dough
Piece in the Nissan whip
You got chicken nuggets
I'ma need a piece of that shit
Break me off some barbeque sauce
Hard to get lost
When
what love is and what it isn’t
Now I impart that wisdom to Shane Kidd and
Acts chapter two about the lords business
One, eight witness in hopes that they
to an ashtray ey
Palm trees reminded of his brother Shane
He did coke to calm needs and cover pain
Fifth day of nosebleeds, warm like summer rain
No one cares,
Relate my life to NBA 'cause in
This game I'm James Harden
My shorty posted up on D
Play by the paint and then he sparking
He ain't tryna have no doubt
He
up, awakened early like sunrise (Yeah)
Don't know how you do your business but by the book how I does mine (Woo)
Now you wanna be a ladies man, big stud
hands, your touch, your sweet caress.
All my love, you're the best,
Every little thing that I possess,
It's all emotion when you take control,
I can
don't you give it a try?
Why prolong the agony? All men must die"
Do you remember Dick Tracy?
Do you remember Shane?
(And mother wants you)
Could
up one day, Lord to find that I was by myself
With dreams of Georgia cotton and California wine
Sunday mornin' found me standin' 'neath
critical
That's why they call me mr. pitiful
A few people know what I'm sayin'
Hmm, to the little daddy shane, you know what I mean
And to my man cool
on the open road
Prepared to air your tired soul
As time goes by you're getting old
Don't cha need a little love
So I'm wasted sitting here
Passing time just
Why you be hiding behind a disguise
Greasy motherfucker
Can I get some fries, size
Eyes, red like the devil
Headed for the top
But I never gone settle
whatchu cryin for
Im tellin you man we ain't the same homie
Yall team delahoya
I hit like shane mosley
8 or 24 shit its the same kobe
These raps like takin
wrote it
Grab a pad, take some notes
I float like Ali, move like sugar shane
Make ya girl move frames from reciting my name
On flame like pyros, Affected
I'll lose the count
Do what is right, I gotta do what is wrong,
There's no right or wrong in the Dionysus song
See you come around, carry a lot in your
for beef
You wanna talk, it ain't about money, then let it be brief
I need a drop for when it's a hot, a hummer for when it's cold
An ill attorney's
to rest (esketit, esketit)
These bitches on me
I told her I don't need her
(I don't need her, esketit)
I'm smokin' on weed
You know it's that reefer
(it's
come through nigga down to bring the pain
If these hoes down to jack, I want you to know
We comin down bald fades, not afros.
(Kici)
Now we chillin,
Lil man, Big drip
14, I spitt
Will I go to college? I don't even know yet
Boy that's big cap
Eat her like a Big Mac
I'm that muhfucker you cant
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