But when you don't come home at all I can handle being alone I'm just tired of playing dumb I'm tired of playing dumb I'm tired of playing dumb There
late But when you don't come home at all I can handle being alone I'm just tired of playing dumb I'm tired of playing dumb I'm tired of playing dumb
numb When you think you're too old, too young, too smart or too dumb When yer laggin' behind an' losin' yer pace In a slow-motion crawl of life's busy
and start pushing Cause I thought the bitch broke my dick Cause I was still young doing dumb shit At 17 got my first Volkswagon And mastered the life
Costea, arranged by: Magica] I'm tired of all your caring words Your good intensions make me sick They just don't fit my way My entire life is in these
you get hit up, shut up good We'll merc you in your hood I'm el pacino, Nas the God, you'll lose your life Whether on the corner or clubs, I'm shooting
you suck four dicks In otherwords you can get the duck sick And ya better do it good, choke this dick Make me nut real quick 20 seconds like a mothafucka It feels good
Body covered with tates and good wheats, And back to back, he spit fire u'mon slires, Flames upon lames. The same lil nigga just playing with dumb change
my heart stop now And what I need is simple, five foot five with dimples Potential wife credentials Know about the life I'm into, life I've been through
the bass Ya wanna hear us rock? Here's a taste!!! Every day I make a sandwich with ham and cheese Use miracle whip,I don't like mayonnaise I eat a can of beans,good
I knew I lied 'Cause I lived a life of crime why play ya blind? A simple look and anyone with two cents would know I'm a hardcore player from he streets
do bad by myself kno what i mean? forreal okay , action goin in ( first verse gucci mane ) Rap game paid me, trap game made me we used to be good friends
might not make it home Don't you dare ever get lost 'cause you get caught up in that sauce To all ya playas play ya tims and ya hustlas wit ya rims Macks
Where I'm from killers go dumb, usually death is the outcome Welcome to the jungle, where kidnappers haunt you The streets, they really want you I'm serious
'll make you cry This quiet ***, he'll take ya life Hate for it to be the world's sacrifice If somebody else could travel through the tunnel of life '
the black Jerry MaGuire Tom Cruise on that couch if that money right West Hollywood feels like a bunny night with GOOD company and better jewelers to the Good Life, we GOOD
bum Most of rappers spit bubble gum yum My watch dumb wat have I become Become I am da reason Dis a test not da real song it looks good but feel so wrong
everything- Curly- Ace- Bun B- Trina- an' Hurricane! Verse 2 (Inaudible) Ain't nobody got to ask her who she wit- five hundred g's and I need good homes