Lyrics:
with you never left by your side, but still I
Was not enough to fix the pain in your eyes, rest assured
I had to put all of my feelings aside
I had
that the world goes 'round?
Don't it get you up and it get you down?
It gets you walking around with a flashlight trying to find
Love
Ooh, gotta
like young Cole
Dollar with a big dream
Watch the kid work
I hope you gotta big screen
Getting what’s mine
If it’s gone then I took it
The way I’m going
Jays to control a sound
But D-Nice, you're gonna make the party live
[D-Nice]
Bust it, yo
I love to diss whores, I love to do tours
Makin
Way before you just seemed fine
Kept it real with me, each time (each time)
I've been thinkin' that you don't love me (love)
Like you used to love me
you, I love you
South beach smokin' out
With a lot of women, yeah it's goin' down
Any time I blow, know it's by the pound
I done got a cleaning lady in
(I know that I hurt you)
Yeah
(I was a child trying to be a man)
To all my sons worldwide
(I walked out on my only son)
All my juniors
(I left
(I know that I hurt you)
Yeah
(I was a child trying to be a man)
To all my sons worldwide
(I walked out on my only son)
All my juniors
(I left
fire
For the love of black molasses chicks
Don't you trip, beat that ass for it!
Give you fashion tips
She say she hospitaliano
I want to see it
Feeling
your hand
Well she is the mother of your child and the lady in your life
With the ring upon her finger represents that she is your wife
Why you want
the cheat code
Diagnosed as schizophrenic psychopath
Fire, retire, aligning with my spiritual path
Bond allocation, her success, you can tell is from her
want a señorita. Love Brazil but im a cheater.
He wanted to beat her. He a junior. I’m a senior.
Dis da best class & yeen gotta ask
*dis da best class
of the Universe
Creator of all forgive us our sins
Dear John forgive us our sins, dear John
You ask me why I love her? Well give me time
I'll explain have you ever
made of Junior?
'Cause soon you'll be a grown man
With the mic in your hand and understand
To battle Nas not in your plan
I'm the last real nigga alive
Ai Bobby Williams.... Ku Tomola zina nikulakwa..... Turn it up....
Drew made the beat
Oh by popular demand Bobby Williams back with a cup in his
Well, you should see Polythene Pam
She's so good-looking but she looks like a man
Well, you should see her in drag dressed in her polythene bag
Yes,
feel about her
Well I'll tell you what I know
Brown sugar love me real slow
And I don't care what my friends say
I just can't let her go
Two years
of love make a man outta me
I'm so tied up, you got me so fired up
Little sister, hits the stage
She can't help it, she's comin' of age
Little junior
with me, with me
So baby come and ride with me girl,
Come and ride with me girl
I see U gotta friend, well she can ride with me too
So won’t U ride, (so
advice and passed her by
(well) years have passed and don't look
Like love's gonna give me a second try
Girl, the look on your face
Tells me you understand
Up up
Can you
Overstand
Down deeper
From the underground
I was under-appreciated
Different content
With a unique style
And feeling down
Down a couple
a motherfucker
Seen a nigga snitch on they mom, shoot at they brother
Go to prison in love with a bitch and a nigga fuck her
I seen real G's destroyed by real
Laura loves her little family,
And she's the kind of woman who loves them with her life.
But sometimes in the evening,
When the world rests on her
if you don't know the cost
Now I understand that love is war
You gotta keep the fight in 'fore your loss
Gotta show the woman if you love her
Gotta let
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