you free But that's how it's gotta be And as you're walking away As I'm watching you go There's one thing I want you to know Just remember my heart's with you
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So Much Different Shit The Pain Will Never Leave My Heart Ill Make U Shit Ya Pants Getin Stuk Wiv Food In Ya Car So I Sugest U Listen Close Trust Me You
, my favorite pasttime's soakin' in sin The most accurate sharpshooter with no scope Shoot with my left and watch you all die from secondhand smoke I'm reppin' my
make you say my name Chorus: Come in my sight? with the blunt in the air Let me seduce you, let me play in your hair I see that you're hyper, let's
got the addict itch That's the bundles put it all in your nose These niggaz is lil' me's, hear it all in their flows Ho's, that's a topic you don't even
you cost, bitch? I'm all about large bank deposits On and off the mic, I always set trends Either you see me with hoes or I'm rolling with pimps Brook
poked out with the slums knows eight Six to jump out, you eat what you spit Motherfucker die clean For you actin' tought cats, but in your heart you scream
never leave my heart I'll make you piss your pants like gettin' stuck with food in your car So I suggest you listen close, trust me you could be a star So what do you
, nigga hey That's how my peeps roll, that's how the streets go That's street code, G roll, we know Man, the boy gets busy, that's for sure fo' sheezy
my thing Baby I don't wanna to break your heart I just want to make you say my name Come in my sight? with the blunt in the air Let me seduce you, let
My old paddles off to Saturn Taking flight and the astronaut within me Has no air supply at all so He's plunging into the deep sea With no parachute
's, MC's That's what the fuck I'm hearin' in my head Yaah, yaah, yaah That's what keep me going Yaah, yaah, yaah That's what make me fuck over you Yaah
Reconcilin' my lifespan You remain and refrain from the pain of wasted time Last thing on my mind is Runnin' high fuel supply, reason why, we just don't quit Can you
land? I can count my own dusty nickels with you laughing about you'll turn my poor ass ebony and navy with cane lashings (well, you're right) grip your
to face with faith in love And you can curse my name and say Ia??m to blame But youa??ll never tame my faith in love My faith in love My faith in love
with you now and that's all right But I need some more than your touch Show me where vour heart lies Now I feel like letting loose I could fall so easy for you
