my lovings too But don't you know that you were the fool But you never can take my soul No never can take... Can't take my soul.
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your my devil your my angel, your my heaven your my hell, your my now your my never, your my freedom your my jail, your my lies your my truth, your my
', don't talk 'cause I'm listenin' Fuck 'round and end up missin', if you curious No weed or no vodka, my soul will make me pop ya Don't make me have
games new to me But you ain't confusing me You just want jewelry and all them fuckin shopping sprees But that ain't stopping me And I ain't stopping you
know my money long, lanky! so I'm flexible stretching out my decimel's switching up the flow got the crowd going testicles can't bleep it out cuz there wasn't
Shorty like a precious jewel I'll take care of you You can put your heart right in my hands, oh Baby, like the rarest flower I'll make sure you bloom
' on Crews like Pharellies on Acura's, If you don't believe my steez is real, You can check the emptiness of my glock nine mil, It don't matter which
get burst open Just give up the jewels before your purse-totin- Ass become the first smokin Pop shit on my records, you lock stiff in my presence My squad
, yeah I need a ho in my life to blow on my dice So we can make our points twice and skate outta town I need that glow in my ice, E-Class Ladies screamin
say somethin' to God 'cause only God can solve the problems of today get on my knees and pray, I cry and say if I die today please take my soul away
'bout my bank account And how to make it bigger Then I grab the tool and take your jewels And I'ma watch this blew the same as Jigga's It ain't the
of control I tried Chicken Soup for the Soul, a dick in my hole, but that didn't roll Like grassy knoll I shoot my mouth off take my top off on Get my
wicked Farrakhan comes you can't seem to buy a ticket And check what my man's got to say Right or wrong, don't you think that he deserves a play? 'Cause
mens That don't speak English, shooting game's bananas Down in Spain, my bangles, clusty, checking my swings Trillians on, yo, cuffing my jeans Broad
t burn in the kitchen These cast iron figures just ain't fuel efficient I play the winter breeze then choke hold your prisoner Now you niggaz can't make pole position Classy, chasis, can't
?ll be back in the hood My father, he got sick, my mother couldn?t take it She called me the night he died, said he ain't make it All hysterical, phone
marks on his feet, serpents whisper You can smell the deceit, they greet me like peeps, to blend And try to befriend, to get up, underneath the skin My
