Lyrics:
Tired of all fakes that crowd around me in my room at night. (Night)
Let's go roll another wood lil' baby we gon' get high.
I'm not tryna talk about
and she stay way on the other side
I hit B.G. on the celly
And told him that the bitch was all good and you have it not to telly
[B.G.]
Bitch hold
Goodnight Mr Love
With the statue of venus
You gat us rappin
You gotta make way
When we come by
You gotta make way
When we come by
All you niggas gonna
Get
like madden
Come here baby you smell like a fragrance basket
Suck them titties and play wit that ass next
Listen here
I'm all about my doe like a deer
and make her sneeze
Bitch, tryna go band 4 band
I up a few racks and make her leave
Bitch, I'm fuckin' to get my nut off
I ain't worry about if you cream
cool
He's got gadgets in his belt
When you need a guy
Go and call Mr. Kelp
Go and call Mr. Kelp
Getting all this treasure
I'm a pirate
Got my boots wet
Snotty lil' niggaz is too rude (too rude!)
All I know is cooler than YouTube is makin' it easy (gypsies!)
With nothin' realistic you can see on the TV
done came and left
I'm by myself, with your traces
And my yard you know it's hard, mentally-scarred
Brain-barred little cousin Joe, I done seen
[Chorus: x2]
I go by the name of Bow Weezy and,
All the other lil' homies be easy and,
I gotta do my thing to get the cheese again
You can't see me ya
Like where did you go?
Cause I thought you was coming back home
But you needed space so I left you alone
Now I'm just sitting here thinking about all
the last time I would ever have called her
She wanted us to stay in contact, I declined the offer
And now I'm by myself and
All this was because I couldn't
We'll leave his lil' ass by his trainin' wheels
Tryna hop in this shit, you ain't old enough (uh)
Big brodie, you tweakin' on this bitch (uh)
But
all about us
Could you love me in a Bentley?
Could you love me on a bus?
I'll ask twenty-one questions, and they all about us
smoked them phat
While we rapped about the bitches and all the ho's
Can't be in the hole trying to ball without vogues
In '82 you was in the game
With
my last, Priyanka step on gas
From Morocco to Mumbai Bollywood to Hollywood it's all about the money,
Cash
Baby you're so beautiful and that's
a shiv tryna make him leak
I ain't got time for the beef with a neek
You're all talk till we finally meet kneel for the king Better fall to your knees
King
They be like live your life today forget tomorrow
You'll broke no debate
No where to borrow
Don't you worry about today or tomorrow
But you gotta
Went from ridin' Civic to a BMW
All you niggas dubs
I want all my dubs
50s and 'em 100s
Boy, I'm just livin' my dreams
Gotta get it by any means
all the stains that I have disappear
If you held me in your arms
Id bet id feel safe, safe
All the problems in my life
You would magic erase er
Mr
Alright, Mr. Avila, thank you for coming here today
I see you're already laying down pretty comfortable
So, uh, we can get started
Real quick, just
don't mean nothing to me
Bitch, you know my life it be sweet
The shit that I do
You can't do in your dreams
Get that money by any fucking means
Young
love what you do, do what you feel
Then I know you gonna mark my words
I drop shit like birds
And it's about the time for yo' ass to get served
I try to play cool
Actin' like what you do don't phase me, don't phase me
Meanwhile I'm sittin' at home, all alone
Tryin' to keep myself from
on the highways of rap
Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal
A lotta stamps and brands, we like a barcode
I'm bashin' all the media strikes to keep the media
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