Lyrics:
We went from lovers to friends
Hopefully one day this pain will end
I don't ever wanna see you again
Say I'm ok but it's hard to pretend
Every night
busting is your ass if you don't sell those records &
tapes, kid.
I do my work.
You ladies better run for cover,
Cuz I'm the lyrical lover I
they're not all there
I missed the young lady by only a hair
And then I took me a look, I said, "La-di-da-di"
A big fine girl, she had a hell of a body
all there
I missed the young lady by only a hair
And then I took me a look, I said, "la-di-da-di"
A big fine girl, she had a hell of a body
Then she
we do We're on a mission,
To beef with anyone who fucks with our ambition
So check it and give a listen and let me explain
Yo E-rock bring back that
Uh uh yeah I'm 18 and confused
A lot of questions on my mind but really that's nothing new
I like the way you drop it you love shopping cop that
to beginners.
Accept awards throughout our lives,
To make young lovers intertwine.
Perhaps the end will come tonight,
So hooray for the Winners.
A vast
paws up
'Cause you were born this way
LA FRANCE, Hands up, paris lets go! pont
Everybody on their feet, let's celebrate
My mama told me when I was young
Imma roll up to your crib
By the station
My Party got you looking Bada
Turn around got a body like Rhianna
It's all vibes
She gone make me be her lover
Know what I'm on
Know what I'm on
Bro is you dumb
Yeah
Young Prod way up back up in it like the hallways
I tried to give em all help
Guess they gotta
you do that?
Tried to put him in but the skin is still black
Thinkin of a way to escape the darkness
See the weave and indeed I start this - off!
knot with a whatnot in her hand
And now young Scott with a slingshot finally found a tender spot and throws his lover in the sand
And some bloodshot
Yo, on the M-I-C right about now, I go by the name of Big Daddy Kane
I got my Man Scoob Lover on the side of me
Dj Mister Cee on the wheels
And now we've come to that time
Where the legend of Griselda lives forever (ah)
The Butcher comin', nigga
Ayo, y'all niggas should know by now
the lovers and all
This for the lovers involved
You got a girl by your side put your hand up
You got a nigga by your side put your hands up
You got money in
name young bonch
Is what we playing yea bonch is what we playing yea
Blowing smoke like I'm aang Bobby shmurda way I bang
Cause I'm busting too hot
Ignoring what was coming
September we went separate ways
Sometimes I think about the days
We were young lovers
Leaving with the summer
When the weather
judged by 12 for embezzlement
Swear I'm being pushed to that point
End up like bones
Stuck in the joint
My eyes drift away as I'm writing this
Phone
on my holidays
I know this sounds harsh to you
But this is just the way we gotta do
F-are-I-E-N-D-S
Nothin' more and nothin' less
Just friends
Please do not test me, things can get testy
Hunnnid scopes, at yo figure
It can get messy, it can end any different type of way
The double one two with
Cold hands from New York
A voice within you cries, "Won't someone please help me
I'll do the same for you one day
If you should ever pass my way and need
and
I turn into Jeff Dahmer
Twist the marijuana, let her do the honors
Then I kill it kill it kill it
Til she yellin' stop the violence
And I swear
Everybody want the truth
But everybody keep lying
Everything changed for the better
That's just how it had to be
Asking God to lead the way,
Cuz through
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
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