sleep late real late yeah takin a long nap you tell your friends... to get wit my friends we can be friends switch and meet friends (switch) we can do
seduce us, they come in Deuces When I cut em off they always become a nuisance Niggas take my old flows and they take my old swag He just took my old
I knew when I ran into this one she would be the redrum of my pimpin' Knew she would be the one to make me stop caring about other girls On my jock and
tree. Growing more too, I just planted a hundred seeds. It's ironic, 'cause my mother was a flourist, and that's how she met my pops and now my garden
it down [Bun B - Verse 2] They know I'm on a Port Arthur state of mind southern superstar status I elevate the crime My time is money so I put some money on my
could use a writer to balance my flows. But I never share my thoughts, This is all a nigga knows. And every time I try, it opens up my eyes. These verses
4 time since then Seamless transition I'm the new fresh prince gettin pennies for my thoughts So I put my 2 cents in Top of the mornin I am dropin a coin in plus
Ok ok I'm grown, I'm grown Party at my house but I'm home alone Doing every single thing my momma wouldn't condone Counting everything I own in my muthaf
made me question when I went missin And when I start treatin my friends different Maybe it was the fast-paced switch-up Or the two guns in my face durin
my fuckin' best friend, so fuck it, I guess then... [Chorus] Don't know what I'm going through, but I just keep on going through changes... My friends
respect, due to stress I almost lost my life My baby momma so much drama I gotta pay that price I'm a trip, I hate hoes on one hand The other hand I want
I'm just bein pulled apart From each one of my limbs, by each on of my friends It's enough to just make me wanna jump out of my skin Sometimes I feel
greet intensive ladies, I spoil all your fans I foil plans and leave fluids leaking like oil bands My coil hands around this microphone lethal One thought in my
one bitch That would always suck my dick Like you told me in your letters One bitch is always better So I save the dick for you Cuz no other bitch will do One
tight vexed cause I'm really dwellin on the sex Chills up my spine the way you smellin up my neck I'm like putty in your hands I gotta keep my composure Plus
name, she sticks ?er tongue down my throat I?m not one to gloat or boast but take note Twenty minutes gone and she?s getting her coat So I down my beer ? my
my style, the original seventies dance floor hot new material. Name ain't down then you ain't coming in. Guest list on the door, you plus two friends
t hit you, you don't have to be shook of me Washing my boxers, shirts folded nice and creased Plus when we argue, she will never pull a beast Clap for my
