It's just I need to know Are you missing me the way I miss you [Bridge:] I miss you just like a rainy summer And I don't think I can bear this trauma
here I go (I hope, I hope to me you won?t lie too) Well tell me boy I?m looking for a guy like you (Yeah you know me) (I hope) I hope you feel it in your
Hope I don't violate Father and the reverend I hope I don't violate Nino, where my nina Hope I don't violate Primo, where my primas Hope I don't violate
away from parkay Ask me what I do, man, I pimp and parle [Baby Bash - Verse 3] What's really, though I wouldn't care if she smoke dope, shot rope Or
feel the need to say summin But can't speak up whenever you face em Thats what I call microphone gangstas Yea I got em over do'd[?] Yea I'm raw you know
feel the need to say summin But can't speak up whenever you face em That's what I call microphone gangstas Yea I got em over do'd[? ] Yea I'm raw you
a pono wooh da king play yo position Hole jus too big ain't no need for stitchin' W O O H D A K I N G he super straight Taliban hit squad bustin on a
shoot em wit a k Chorus [x2]: Yeah, o lets do it Ay O lets do it Ay O lets do it Yeah, drug dealin music Ay I influence Ay I influence 1 shot man down
a K [Chorus: x2] YEAH, O let's do it Ay O let's do it Ay O let's do it YEAH, drug dealin music Ay I influence Ay I influence 1 shot man down His brains
don't understand minimum wage niga not earing Your hundred grand I can pay my own ways got my own money maayne b.I.l.l.y c.o.o.k a foreign car now I was
the O.G. Some dudes still fish swear, in a spot that's low key You niggaz don't know me, you so baloni You play in the pig pen, I hang where the folks be We don't
'all niggaz, wanna see me with no bread I know, I might got a price on my head It's alright I ain't scared, bitch I'm still living I know a lot of y'all
, cause the bitch was well stuck When I ain't have shit, y'all boys talk down Like you didn't know T, everytime I came around Now when you hear me, I'
Tyson I keep hooking Or maybe like Lenox, I'm strong to the finish I'm like the ghetto Popeye, but I don't need spinach I'ma keep going, I keep on flowing
, tell me why I ain't got no home Penitentiary grown, cause I roam with a pocket full of stones I wanna live my life with my life, ain't worth the living
and I make 'em dance Everytime I grab the mic, and take the stand How many mics I gotta break, till I make some grands They say I'm ready, cause I wreck
