it free Shame on you for getting wet now who will you dry your eyes Shame on you for getting wet how can you act surprised Shame on you for getting
set it free Shame on you for getting wet Now who will dry your eyes? Shame on you for getting wet How can you act surprised? Shame on you for getting
Drunk nights And hot days Cocking my heat shooting it sideways A wife on the run Full of common blunts Unconditionally married To my gun Fulfillin' my destiny On
pow! [baby sham] Niggas wanna get me touched (naw they cant touch you) Shinin and flossin too much (naw they can’t cross you) Light on my toes Left him ten feet Part from his heat
Hit you with the heat is that what you really want? What you really want is that what you really want? We hit you with the heat is that what you really
You can live true baby, you can live trife Whatever way you chose you got to leave your life Aiyyo you're running out of time, and you bout to cross
I cannot see why you don't know how to act Love to clown when you deep, but when you on that solo creep out on the streets you don't hear a peep Nigga
house party up in Buckingham Palace I know you're catching your breath On the floor, getting raw, cos it's hot to death I come to violate your space like you
. If you look into my eyes (tell me what you see.) Tell me what you see, you see ... If you look into my eyes, tell me what you see, you see ... Bizzy
?" He said HOT SHIT, hot shit, hot shit (You say you got guns, then bring that shit) uhhh (You say you got ones, then bring that shit cause you need
knew you was trouble when I first laid eyes on you Temperature's so hot, the heat just rise with you Let me ride with you, talk about your mistakes You
I rip it up mo' then I get regretted fo' Same biz you paying, on notes I get the credit fo' More retro, than nigga before you get thrown back I start
All you suckers gotta live with, every descision You a train wreck, comin up on the collision Can I live? Basically I'm tired of thangs You wanna walk
swastika You can do it but you blew it cause lockin' up get your ride on nigga is you rock or what? Lots of luck, you're really gonna need it hella
Now the sweat from your forehead is Drippin' in my chest no fakin' no more Because you know you dealin' with the best You want a key to my pad, but you tweekin' You
original beat the hypocritical, ridicule The weaker techniques that leave you burnt Like cannabis sateva , either you do or you dont, we'll prove that you
