- where they love you to be In the darkest night- they taunt ya Mean- in the way they haunt ya Is that the fight you battle for Everything is dark-
been home For so many years And I did not regret being gone Please tell me when did we talk And when did we show That we do care for something called love
Bitches on my line, this a probate H2O flow and I don't hold gate, this is no trial, this a closed case thats why my mans flippin birds like a road rager
love, but even more scared to love again Why we gotta argue, Why we fight I just wanna love you, I wanna make it right It's like we both forgot what we were fighting
to love again Why we gotta argue? Why we gotta fight? I just wanna love you. I wanna make it right It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for
dem pants Then I'ma throw this money While you do it with no hands Girl drop it to the flo' I love the way yo booty go All I want to do is sit back And
spot just to get stacks up Now i'm back on deck, So shawty what the fuck you want Heard he talkin shit but this aint what the fuck he want Locked my
Ya Boy I want to thank David Foster For letting me bring this platinum back Let's get it, yeah (Stay the night) when the moon come up It's time for me
ass in ditches, I don't love bitches, I don't love niggas, I don't love nothin, It's gon' take my momma comin' back from the grave for me to love somethin
CDC number four in name, I'm feeling oh so helpless in this place I want revenge, it's heavy on my mind But Aunt Sandra say don't fight evil with evil
love for ya The same nigga bitch I still shed blood for ya The same nigga blood bitch I love ya I went to school to fight niggas for you, Even though
way I read it Girl tell me something, girl that's how I need it 10-25 you stay alive girl, I like your vibe You said how, I wanted to get high This for
what they call me cause I rule this Bitch (rule this Bitch) I'm bout business I don't participate in foolishness (foolishness) But every now and then somebody want
my pager, it was time to attack The motherfucking dope fiends, time to get money I want my bread, I want my honey I want my streets of gold, for I can
they passing I wish I was a sociable person, but socializing ain't for me I want to die by myself in these streets cause that's love [Mr. 3-2] It ain't no love
that's on the way Trae, Dougie D and Z-Ro gotta ride for the dog Gotta grind for the dog, put it down for the dog I love my dog, and I don't wanna lose
deal me Jealousy and envy make my niggas want to kill me Everybody want to pick up a gun and bust thinking artillery fin to be drilling me nigga But I' sick of this
crib And wouldn't play, let you live If it wasn't for your cousin, cause for him I got love But Midas please quit fucking with them scrub ass Never show love