Lyrics:
then you know it's us
S.U.C. and the Drank Baby, if it ain't Screwed up it
Ain't slow enough
Bob your head man roll your red, get your grind
the talkin' and the lovin'.
You see, I'm a back door man,
And I do the things your man fail to do.
Now, I dunno, but I've been told,
By a player-hater
That my
everybody want to tap something
Go get your own don't make me have to fucking clap something
I love my shorty more than life now ain't that something
To love
on (chromosome)
A sperm cell from Charlie
But if he's the heart
That mean that blood that
Pump through your veins
Ain't thick enough to hold it's own
So every time
They be waiting for you to slip up bae
Mad cus you fillith my cup they
Dunno why I can't get enough bae
I be swerving and curving for us now
Lovin
always fair
Sometimes your friends ain't always there
Making you feel just a little bit down
Leaving you feeling disbelief
Your heart is just begging
me take sight while your lovin' the Lyte
Life ain't all that unless you're doing it right
Keep on, keepin' on
'Cause you came and you changed my world
chill now you punch
Larceny? All I see is a bunch of new punks
I'd have you lyin' to ya mother
Bringin' money e'ry day nigga
You ain't even have to pay
didn't, so maybe
It's good to be crazy
Isn't it, baby?
I wrote your name on my wall three thousand times
Last night you were on my mind
That's what you do
pumpin', you make us so proud
We've been wantin' something this good for a while
But I'm not fooled by both them dimples on your face
'Cause when we danced,
Never address me as "Robert" unless it's 'bout that Dinero
Far from a hero, I ain't never savin' hoes
I'm not defined by these clothes, and zeros
It
"Boy, ain't you got any other songs than these?"
I go walkin' after midnight, goin' where the lonely go
I got heartaches by the number, hear that
good woman needs a thug
Go baby, you so wavy
And I ain't never felt this way 'bout no lady
Considering going half with you on your baby
Something
who I let knock my boots.
Now let me take sight while your lovin' the Lyte.
Life ain't all that unless you're doing it right.
CHORUS:
Keep On'
carton
You could still feel chills from the team
On 118, my nigga Ben fly by like it's a dream
His face on his Shirt Kings
Laced in a pinky ring, in
enough support by the belt for niggas
All about business, fuck beef, that ain't me
But Ill still make a nigga go to sleep if he trippin
I do what I want
to a nightmare
Martin Luther the King
Without a queen, nah mean?
By any means, yaddadimean?
In the coupe, my Miss Coretta Scott thing
And I swear I had a dream, I
me take sight while your lovin' the Lyte
Life ain't all that unless you're doing it right
Keep on, keepin' on
'Cause you came and you changed my world
more, I think this is enough
I ain't gon' rep DB no more, cause I think this is enough
Hold on, hold on
Baby Jet woke up, so she lookin' real rough
Bad
good woman needs a thug
Go baby, you so wavy
And I ain't never felt this way 'bout no lady
Considering going half with you on your baby
Something
the Timberlands in November
Shorty called me Santa in December
But guess what, my Wally's got messed up
Autograph pressed up what, blessed enough to blow your
got the style that gets you open like a bag of smoke
I have your friends "Ah-hah man, that shit ain't dope"
Leave me alone when I'm rocking
(Ay, look)
(But you can't get there)
M-O-N-E-Y (yeah, it's good just to be back)
Never did a thing for L-O-V-I-N (it's good to be seen back,
Shit been looking up
I'm still in the basement cooking up
I regret ever feeling I wasn't good enough
Cuz now I look around and I see nobody as good as us
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