Lyrics:
we give our life to
You have the right to be loved
By everyone who's willing to love you
They say blood is thicker than water
I say love is
in the morning make sure you're gone
I'm talkin' to you
Hot legs, you're wearin' me out
Hot legs, you can scream and shout
Hot legs, are you still in
of the rap, makes your hands clap
Take care of myself because the lines are strapped
Day mean business, no time for play
If you bite a line, we'll roll
(Never)
They want you to be the same
Just like them, yes just plain
But it's time to make a change
Nothing to fear but that plane
'Cause you are who you are
a working man.
I'm gonna need a shot of vitamin E
by the time you're finished with me.
I'm talkin' to you, Hot legs, you're an alley cat.
Hot legs, you
They wake me up
You take me high
I'm talkin' to you
Cause you always around
They wake me up
You let me fly
See them for who they are
See you like you
I can't do no features or say
Who my favorite rappers are
'Cause chances are
Those rappers were actually
Talkin' trash before
How am I supposed to act
we give our life to
You have the right to be loved
By everyone who's willing to love you
They say blood is thicker than water
I say love is
to go in!
Little bitch where are you goin' just stop!
You better not ruin my moment, Agh!
Got a mask on my head no Trojan, Agh!
If you run up I'm leavin'
to eat up
Boy, I'm gonna chew you, 'cause I knew you was
Talkin' that junk, punk, now Imma do you
The way you should be done, call you my son
Make you say
're saying
With just your body language (just your body, baby)
Lips are moving, lean in closer
Girl, you're reading my mind
Now we're talkin', talkin
main chick
I can tell by the way
You the type to cook a nigga meal by the way
You the type to pay a nigga bill by the way
Twerk it like you're doing
the fuck you're talkin' to
know who the fuck you're talkin' to
out of my way
out of my way
hipocrites, politics and democracy
governments overran by
who's that but
I don't even know
I just be by my bag and
I only want more
I'm pouring the wok
Cos I'm a leaner
We makin' hits till we filling arenas
You
the throat
If you like it rough lets have it raw
Lil mama lemme grab you by the throat
Wait Look
Huh
Who's that broke bitch talkin'?
Why's that broke bitch
get shot
They sell drugs to kids and say it's us
And when the cops are crooks, who can you trust?
You only see young brothers in a drug bust
Ashes
can judge me
We are who we are, who we are, who we are
Only God can judge me we are who we are
Only God can judge me
What you wanna be huh? A
Wife
I saw you walkin by
And girl you caught my eye
How could I been so blind
When you're lookin oh so fine
Do you see me looking at you
Come on girl I
of this dude?
Cause of your memory I won't bring in the pistols
(Wondering if your the same and who's been with you)
But he got issues enough of that lame
I
The style
of the rap makes your hands clap Take care sucker 'cause the lines
are
strapped They mean business no time for play If you bite a line they
and a piece of cheese
The waiter came by said, 'You tried the Clams Casino
I said, 'Who me' No'
She leaned over and whispered somethin'
I'd been dyin'
the flu
I can’t stand I lil’ pussy bitch who just be talkin’
Like he really ‘bout it
But bitch you won’t shoot
LIl’ bitch I be independent, I’m not never
know
Because I wasn't even caught by five-o
Now who would assume Sunborn is a rat?
The same one who said I wasn't right 'n exact
For you are the one,
loves you pretty baby?
Who's gonna love you mama?
Who loves you,
Who loves you pretty baby?
When tears are in your eyes,
And you can't find
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