Lyrics:
pulled up with hands on hips
Come go circle the pagan ends
Free all my dargys locked in the pen
They got bro locked in for the M
Still gotta hold it down
conspire
As we dream by the fire
To face unafraid
The plans that we made
Walkin' in a winter wonderland
Rollin' in a golden Tacoma, the shit's stolen
If that bitch tell on me, I'ma do a fuckin' drive-by in her colon
With my meat, gotta keep it obsolete
the big drip
You know I'm in Cali smoking a zip
You know I go valet when I'm in the vip
Shoutout to Charles still need a stick
I'm on a yacht eating fish
let's go
Fresh in em khakis neck full of gold
Gals everywhere so me walkin very slow
Before we hit da scene tho we do the merry go
Means they puff puff
do my homework anymore
Oh baby, I said you got me so blind
I'm walkin' 'round in circles, I could loose my mind
The way you got me holdin' your door
I
kind of funky
Me and the crew we're drinking Brass Monkey
This girl walked by she gave me the eye
I reached in the locker grabbed the Spanish Fly
I
inside the winners circle
What's in my cup is brown the shit up in my swisha purple
E.P.T, Rock Heavy, this the winners circle
Bitch I'm a dawg
My bitch
back for more
Til' I saw his face
Must've been God's grace
Yeah I knew it was a matter of time
When he walked by
With those big brown eyes
Yeah he made
I see it, baby
Ooo
Let's be it, baby
Yeah
In Love
Ooo
Yeah
In Love
Yeah
Mm
When I stare into your eyes I see a light brown hazel
Ooo that light brown
Bread Gang got the shit by the loaf (Boyz)
Nothin' but real niggas, couple hittas and dope boys in this loop (them Loafs)
Pull up, SF90 coupe, I'm
here come the train
"Damn Charles Laney! He ain't from Miami!"
Light skins dikes, these hoes can't stand me
All up in this beach couldn't pull out plan
Maybelline gone pop
You can hate it, but I love it
Loud peck deck
I'm sipping brown that's yak
Rollin' green in a back
I got Tenn in the front
He keep hypin'
let that blue flag hang
So watch Scoob do it, I'mma let the brown rag swang
Middle deuce to it, boy that's just a five six thang
Now SWHOOP! WHOOP!
conspire
As we dream by the fire
To face unafraid
The plans that we made
Walkin' in a winter wonderland
conspire
As we dream by the fire
To face unafraid
The plans that we made
Walkin' in a winter wonderland
comrade nigga
Drug money, blood money in a brown bag nigga
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me
You ain't the same whenever
comrade nigga
Drug money, blood money in a brown bag nigga
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me
You ain't the same whenever
to my chosen under an apple tree
"Let's get married," I don't walk, I get carried
By a motorcade of voter-age women on rollerblades
In cute sleeveless
I done fell in love wit a bad one
The type that make u grind till the cash come
Most of em only love uu till the Bag gone
Now my circle like a dot
I didn't see the stars of love
In your eyes, those brown circles around the blue
Make me curious about the tiger inside you
Pulling in the driveway
you're in town Later on we'll conspire As we dream by the fire To face unafraid The plans that we made Walkin' in a winter wonderland
to hide
But I took my old place right by your side
You looked like a raccoon with those circles round your eyes
If my offer is improper, please come home
a white bearded man in the sky
No He's a brown bearded man in the sky
Maybe we should kill each other prove it who is right
Killing is a sin but in this
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