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
I 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
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 taking
, we gone pop it again Like pimpin said it make you mad don't it, make you mad don't it Talkin cash on it, talkin cash on it Do you live by, feel my fuckin
you, yes I take you up, bumpin you out, stompin' yo clout Fuck what you thought you was it's what you about, And I ain't shame to call names, glock to
I stick by the stove, when I'm on it--it's on! You see that coke turn to oil it's on--nigga it's on! You see that hard base and the water is soft! Gimme
livin the life Ante up cause if you blow the dice on that O-Z, Dorothy ain't goin home tonight That's on e'rythang, put it on the kids and the wife Been
. 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
