Lyrics:
give me the kick of the day
Emotions take all de talk everyday
Emotions be tellin me what to do
Emotions be makin my day can't u see
I tell u the truth
pack heat
Got turned out early by them scandalous freaks
Addicted to crime so I stay in the mix
With a love for hoochie chicks and pulling jewelry
talkin' 'bout learnin' how to swallow truth
Train your brain to stop for fuel
And chased shit
Face the clubs like a hit with a stick
Or a fake chick shakin'
in disguise, weaving stories with their lies they don’t care about the truth they just keep their eyes on the prize, its a false flag attempt on my
fine
My chick two dimes
I'm in my new prime
Stu hours
New Bauer
Cool flower
She bloomed out here
Blue room vibes
Let that Oooomm glide
Cop that
Catch us on smokin groove
Rules house of blues
MTV News
On the bus with my Flipmode loco (loco)
Takin flicks
Hittin chicks by the dozen (dozen)
Keep
Transmittin' like you're made of man
But you paint a funny face like a chick
When I see you I'ma tell you quick that uhh...
Chorus 1/2
I can't believe we
of his word and ain't no telling what his tongue do
He probably high off of heroin or pills
Drooling on himself until the truth gets spilled
Are you
don't tell the truth
I'mma keep my lies dry like vermouth
She a dirty martini baby no half a spoof
Imma get me scoop I'm with a big spoon
I lied, just
present the facts. Pay attention to the moments.
Microphone check 1-2. How you want it, my nigga.
HOOK
Can I tell you the truth?
Just from me to you.
Back off, Right meowith
Get him, Muk with the acid
I'm back in, I wobbafet smack em
I'm ashing these ashes
See that chick with no bra? Super soaker in
the street, your heart skips a beat
Beef? N**** overcook that meat
Get no sleep, only rest is in between the blink
My life story was written in blood,
nurse
Who helped people with polio
Played by Rosalind Russell
No idea who Nick was nick Charles
Perhaps? The Thin Man played
By William Powell
(26)
the come backs I'm too strict
To get unfocused you talking to the truth kid
Ly to authentic I reckon on a Tuesday
Woke up with two chicks thats too thick
One
putting yourself the loop scared of realities grip
You can't judge a book by its cover
Skim through and get the jist
Same bitches that curved me see Im up
chest
Shawty passed by the crib got a drink or two then left
I ain't never seen her like this she looked cute in her lil' dress
It might be the liquor
LUSS!
Ima get it jumpin like Skip-Bo
Chicks wanna fuck off the rip tho
If so, shit yo
I be like shit no
Rather write a hit hoe
Kinda like this tho
[DMX]
Sometimes I will take my brother by the arm
Other times I will take my brother by the shoulder
Then there are times I will take my brother
And you got plenty to say
I mean, we all have a story inside us
And everybody's story is worth telling
We're not the same
You're not the same, man
You are
These chicks loving how I play Above The Rim, I'm attracting Birdies
Snapping early without the hut 1 2
A lot of punches hit the gloves but I snuck some
Look dawg, I'll be quite Frank
Truth be told, I don't like ranks
Keep that shit to yourself, nigga
I did this shit by myself, nigga
Yeah, so you better
outside
Now I'm flushin' the work down the toilet
Mad, mad, Richard Mille
A crib by the port and it's imported
Sad, sad, if you knew the truth 'bout
by nine
Cuz the whole time
I was 2 doors down
With a nigga that sold dimes
Free and young
Reckless but not dumb
Knew I ain't want no baby
Ain't no
my story wouldn't stick
Incriminating pictures show me some other chick
It happened once before and she was tired of the tricks
She asked me if I
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