Lyrics:
Come in, come in, my old true love
And have a seat by me
It's been three-fourths of a long, long year
Since together we have been
I can't come in
tree
Now it was early one spring
And I was tied by my string
In a field of a make-believe farm
When around the house, the boy and the bear
Came
Nicki Minaj's eyeliner is a
Precision event, a marvel
As if drawn on by the kind of
Pre-programmed robot arm used
For laparoscopic surgeries
It is
Nikes, by the caseload
But still good to fuck with a Becky like John Stamos
Taught to know that the rule of thumb was innuendos
And to slay the box
the spot
Twain, o.c. the cut layin'
A stew of empty gas in my tank
A buck thirty lookin' ugly think, but it ain't gonna stop no show
Ol' burd puttin
Demetrice, Evet, and Sabrina
Never gave you the low on this stank hoe
Katrina I seen her, walkin' out the Melph by herself
She's a bad bitch from Uptown who
into the crystal mirror,
“Tirra lirra” by the river
Sang Sir Lancelot.
She left the web, she left the loom,
She made three paces thro’ the room,
She saw
into the crystal mirror,
“Tirra lirra” by the river
Sang Sir Lancelot.
She left the web, she left the loom,
She made three paces thro’ the room,
She saw
into the crystal mirror,
“Tirra lirra” by the river
Sang Sir Lancelot.
She left the web, she left the loom,
She made three paces thro’ the room,
She saw
He kicked it out of my hand, how real that?
Yo, a place where niggas get it on at
I think it evolved around three hundred raps, thirty stacks
He had
the pain
He was walking by the other day and I said
Hey baby how you been?
Yeah I got me a little girl now and she's 4 years old
And she's got her daddy's
all started in the basement
Skip a couple years
Now we got money by the cases
Turned a corner, they ain't see
Me, got 'em askin'
"Where the Wraith
1, 2, 3, 4
[ VERSE 1: Bosco Money ]
Ah, once again
Groove, you got the time to spend
Listen up, because the end
Will justify the means
We choose
wonderful
Priceless, wish it was refundable
Don't need a therapist to call it dysfunctional
All Spacey and I fell like a House of Cards
Overlooked like
I've got no money to pay my bills
By my side everyday my life gets tougher
I don't know whether i was born to suffer
Every year i'll get money next
(neph')
Forty-eight a key, thirty-eight a P, nigga (work)
Two hundred sittin' on this white Dior tee, nigga (two hundred racks)
Ayy, Mu, 'member when
I miss encro-chat, used to wipe my phone clean
Three times a week, different level to the stream
Throw a few Gs on each, I'm somewhere out of reach
yourself worthy
Cause I got a click of niggas ready to get their johnson very dirty
You heard me push these thirty dicks, inside your pearly clit
Ain't
of slush
Dead friends who eventually lost touch
Dream houses you might buy
On some part of town you deliberately drive by
Small talk just burns my ears
don't feel good about this one man
Hey we been doin' this for fuckin' 10 years and we haven't been caught yet
Yeah I just don't know about this one
Hey
ain't blew up yet my life more than rap
Gas prices going up they say the bows got cheap
So now when he hit the hood he taking more than three
Double r's
even up yet
But by the time that you wake up girl
I did three things that already made you upset
Like what did I do so wrong to make you act so cold
door of the Foresters
I chat to my Dad's old football mates for 3 hours
And then I realise that bedtime is needed
I can't get in my house I've lost my
coincidence or by happenstance, it's by design
By the year 2015
They gon' have 70% of our community locked up
I'm talking about blacks gonna be locked up
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