Lyrics:
Who knew I'd learn to love myself after going thru all this pain
Smiling, dancing in the storm
I done made it out the rain
It was only sex and drugs
in the sprite keep that wock in my stomach
Purp in the sprite keep that wock in my stomach
Poppin a perc and its making me vomit
Smoking on earth
Yo
I be looking fine when you do see me on the surface
But inside I’m feeling urges
And I try to close the curtains
But In darkness they are lurking
How loyal a bitch if someone with more money came round?
How loyal yo man's if he get pinched is he gon stay down?
Sometimes I talk to god
Sometimes I
Receptive to the agonies, joy plus pain
Failure simply spurred my growth, now ya boy's nuts hang
Fingers flinging flaming secretions like Roy Mustang
Quantum
basketball
In the backyard on a forty by sixty-three foot long sports court (what?)
Hope I don't go back to slangin' ya-yo (ha)
Slangin' yayo (slangin'
(Yea, yea yea)
Okay I got a couple bitches that I wouldn’t drill twice (B-b-Beats by Dots)
I’m the type of nigga that you couldn’t kill twice
Happy
it's Nightly
I don't want a life that's lavish
Just want a life that's statically without the agony
And stabbing pain up in my stomach
Run the metronome
shake
She say she can eat the whole dick, but I know she can't
Back shots got her waking up with stomach pains
Pull her by her hair, grab her waist , she
music hope yo dream gone come true
My bro had died nd dat shit broke me had my stomach so weak
Stay to yo self don't need no friends cause everybody gone
leave them all in disarray
Leave a bitch right by a Vet, I'm not talking Chevrolet
In my mind I carry problems, don't fall victim to my pain
Guess who's
Sorry for the times I made you cry I was too focused on getting to a bag
Money would never buy the love we had Now I'm ridin' around by myself
And I'm
this one for my thugs
Hey yo, niggas want to drive by the hood and dump
Come on stupid, I clap up from your hood to the trunk
Foot on the floor,
that you know the pain
Yo, imagine if your life was like a hurricane, a hurricane
Forever, imagine your locked down forever
Could ya'll stand
(And meanwhile, on the south side of town)
Now, when you're rollin' through yo' motherfuckin' hood what do you see?
(I see some motherfuckin'
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my way to hell
I'm getting by
how we bomin’ thru
Never lack bitch I’m surrounded by a bunch of tools
If I hit you with this chop it ain’t getting up
Bullets hit yo stomach now you
smoke I pull up make em Get the running (Yeahhhhh)
Slide in yo bitch she say feel it her Stomach (I'm in her guts) I just sent that Ho a text And said I
you jump
If you so invested shut yo mouth and make me numb
Tell me to protect my nose no need to worry Its only one
Stomach full of addys and wash it
it bac
By morning touch a zip come out that microwave
Time for that Pyrex young nica
Keep them hoes up out yo pocket young nica
Keep that pole up under
Shots go by
Right in the heart
Bare skin, showered and glazed
Strut across the living blaze
And gasoline
Striking the match
As it blows
She grows
And Spring punched right in the stomach
Summer came looking for blood
And by autumn, I was left with nothing
It took a whole damn year to repair my body
flip wide wheels, watch for oil spills
What it is, what it ain't, in the paint, some slow by the dank
I think, make you go blank, lookin for work
Left
real
Nights we cryin stomachs hurtin cause we ain't have no meal
I'm out here tryna heal dis pain i might just pop me a pill
Gone put on for all my
Discuss these yo stomach by t pain Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In