Lyrics:
Knuckleheads spreadin' gossip all over town
Every time I drive by you're just standin' around
Hundred-bottles in your pocket, forty-dog in your
you're on social media
When you're on social media
When you're on social media
When you're on social media
And sometimes you can fuel the debate
By
Sir, he knows what to do in a trench
Ingenuitive and fluent in French, I mean
Hamilton
Sir, you're gonna have to use him eventually
What's he gonna
you roll it
I put my hand there, hold it
I'ma be right by ya
I'ma be right by ya
I'ma be right by ya
I'ma be right by ya
Lights down for the one
Depended on to give the love I cant give
When you're gone, when you're gone
I just don't want to be lonely
Take my hand, I'm dependin' on you
To love
home, home girl
Home, home, home girl
Take back home, home, home girl
Home, home, home girl
(Oh)
You're the kind I wanna take a ride with
Sit by
you're celebratin'
Your anniversary
Or your birthday
Here by yourself?
Then get up and find some one
Because
We don't need no reason to celebrate
And the fire in your eyes
Looking arsenic
If I say it to your face
Talk about it
Put your hands in my face
Like you're childish
Girl he was a mess
I know he put
the hope of Christmas
And You're still the hope of my heart
You're the hope of Christmas
I bowed my head to pray tonight
Felt my little girl by my
I love how we just vibe, talking wasting time, spend another night lit up by rope lights
Put your hand in mine, now you're feeling fine, talking
by the hand
And You marched me out in freedom
Into the promised land
And now I will not forget You, no
I'll sing of all You've done
Death is
off
Above it all, we can never fall, yea
Hold my hand, we can have it all
Hold my hand, we can have it all
(All I need is you)
By my side, thick
?
You think you read minds?
You better watch where you're putting those hands,
You better stop if you're making more plans
'Coz everything you do makes
a stack in each hand, and hold it like you're fresh
They say, "Man, it's like that?"
Say, "Yes nigga, yes nigga, yes"
Your money and your girls, chilling
a stack in each hand, and hold it like you're fresh
They say, "Man, it's like that?"
Say, "Yes nigga, yes nigga, yes"
Your money and your girls, chilling
the crowd
Someday, someday
I know you're coming back
Down in the dirt
With your blood on my hands
I blacked out
But now I do understand
That you were too
not by my side
Oh
I, I'm not livin' life
I'm not livin' right
I'm not livin' if you're not by my side
Oh
Let's meet at our favorite spot
You
You're dirty now too
Hey Mr. Clean
You're dirty now too
Hey Mr. Clean
You're dirty now too
Hey Mr. Clean
You're dirty now too"
The Imitators were
You're dirty now too
Hey Mr. Clean
You're dirty now too
Hey Mr. Clean
You're dirty now too
Hey Mr. Clean
You're dirty now too"
The Imitators were
want you to stay by my side
Take my hand
I want you to stay by my side
You’re the one that I need
You’re the one that I see
When I close my eyes
the summer
Come on, put your hands up!
I said put your hands up!
Like
Ain't no
Paper, scissors, rock
When I beat you please
Don't take it
As a shock
And you
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
Melodically and sonically the best and
Ironically was choir boy MVP
You can't tempt me i used to get head by the
Pews during father franks hour-long homilies
standing by your side
I’ll be standing by your side, oh
When you're losing hope
And no one's around you
I'll be standing by your side
I'll be standing by
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