Lyrics:
everyday
Been through a lot of years, oh my days
Wogb3 j3k3, wogb3 j3k3 aye!
I say nobody dey love you but yourself (ya! ya!)
So we keep it grinding
cunt wet, she getting rough sex, no sunset
I like a chick with a buck tooth, yeah it could get fucked too
We keep one eye open, they sus' too
Never
And the beat comes in
In 1, 2, 3, 4
And you wanted love, but I need it so much more
And all those hardships you endured
I wanna take them and make them all go
up, nigga, tear the club up
This for all you playa haters who be talkin' that (ha ha)
The Three 6 show no love, put some hurt on a trick
I'm
up, nigga, tear the club up
This for all you playa haters who be talkin' that (ha ha)
The Three 6 show no love, put some hurt on a trick
I'm
"Yes, it is I," says me
And all who agree are more than three 'cause they're we
Yes, yo, I'm in the house now for sure
Because I wanna talk about
"Yes, it is I," says me
And all who agree are more than three 'cause they're we
Yes, yo, I'm in the house now for sure
Because I wanna talk about
the hum, dropped five bucks, cause he was the one
Yo, I gave a clap, I gave a wink, I gave a shout
I gotta meet the Monch, STRIKE THREE, and I was out!
me
Fake love why they gotta show me
When I'm Stoney yeah I post by my lonely
I get the cheese macaroni
And I get the guap guacamole
Diamonds balling
hating the fact
I be smoking on the weed to relax
Love her body cause she keep it intact
Now I'm sneaking in the key on the mat
You'll be mine by the end
Another plane, another flight
Just a day in the life
Doing business in a 20 by 20
Three hundred and fifty
Days of going state to state
City to city
I know
about
Two hundred bucks maybe
Mark: I'll give you three hundred dollars
To piss your pants right now
Tom: I'll give you four hundred
Bucks to eat my shit!
Goodwill loves me Macklemore than you
I've got flat screen TVs, with skate videos on repeat
All the latest CDs, mp3s, and Beats by Dre
Thank you very
and the fortune but shit exhausted and only want portions
Live in a cabin on an island, surrounded by ocean, three females I told ya
Bitch I'm keepin' it a buck
the hum, dropped five bucks, cause he was the one
Yo, I gave a clap, I gave a wink, I gave a shout
I gotta meet the Monch, STRIKE THREE, and I was out!
OPEN UP YOUR HEART
(Buck Owens)
« © '66 Blue Book Music »
Open up your heart and let my love come in
Open up your heart and let my life begin
[Verse 1] Welcome to the land of misery Where my delivery strikes with madness Hearts explode from a touch of the 44 blastin (Party) By the killas
for a beat
Broke ass nigga tryna rush for a feat
I don't give a fuck, I'ma get bucks
I don't act tough, I tell her to rush
Dumb ass bitch, just help me
Yeah
I want that 3am see that's the perfect time for me to slide right in
Find my zen
Love how you use my pen
Write and send
To another dimension, yeah
the fuck you think I love you boy when I'm a playa, dig
All that shit I'm sayin, I'm not playin, fuck you slaw ass boys
Actions speakin louder than my
Miami with no money
(and no other famous rock groups due into the
Area for at least three weeks)
She tries to pick up a few bucks by
Entering the Wet
Yo (damn) Young Buck where my money at man
My niggas is playing what nobody
In here but you, spyder and Mase
There's supposed to be three
Hundred
no I don't need a Choir
Don't do no preaching or leaching
I sow a seed with fire
My Niqqa Gs and they blessed by 3
And I don't gang bang but we totten
in my chop', buck fifty in my Kel-Tec
Had to place another field bet (cha ching)
Invested in the pill press and ran me up a real check
Three weeks
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