that you?ll win pretend he just stayed outside all day and played with his friends pretend he even had a friend to say was his friend and it wasn?t time
can't take Now we gone ride like the wind, my lover, my dividends She's my fatty, I'm her daddy and she's my best friend Got me spending weekends in
You was more sort of chalant type I chose To more shows, on the true nights I suppose That's how it go, with time spent, emotion grows In the beginning friends
no way that you'll win Pretend, he just stayed outside all day And played with his friends Pretend he even had a friend to say was his friend And it
that'll you win Pretend he just stayed outside all day and played with his friends Pretend he even had a friend to say was his friend And it wasn't time
off with the must stop opposition You have to listen 'cause mad division of beauty and grace See what I do to your face Might be me, might be my friends
rainbow Get a hold of myself 'fore my brain go boom Sittin in my room consumed with doom Doors open force flow through me Springtime bloomin daphodiles Still got a six shot revolver My gangster friends
breathe I didn't say it But they'll say it out loud again When they deal with their close associates and friends You know Sneak it in with they friends
was just made soft He said he knew a man who killed the pop star And almost got caught by a passing cop car The inmate said probably the motive was robbery
keepin' together True friends all around the world Our music gonna last forever From ninety six to two thousand three 112 still keepin' together All we need is true friends
"With my style, one of the few things I got in this world My family, a couple friends, my beautiful baby girl" And procrastination, lack of motivation
and Body Works She smell so good and edible Her super love is incredible Them super villains gon' hate it 'Cause they love is overrated Misery loves company So I guess we keep them motivated
Reynolds plastic Cause we psychosomatic and schitzophrenic lunatics Holding my balls we know Which engulfs the tip of my dick We real sick bitch, run and tell a friend
to it but temptation over the sensation women I'm embracin, so many of them waitin Contemplatin how to get fornication at yo door when its late with the motivation
Welcome to Killer 2 Damn, my brand new Benz, thinkin' bout my so called friends And why should I make amends when they crossed the nina and sin Again
Two years ago, a friend of mine told me to write me a tight ass rhyme and so I, I wrote this rhyme that I am about to say the rhyme is tight and it went
this nigga, how you playin', I'm a naughty head The last bitch got 4 shots to the head I squeezed off and watched his brain hit the concrete Last breath, last motherfucking heartbeat There was no motive
and my dogs we known to ride Gotta watch my back represent for the soldier Die couple years older have boulders, a lil' soda Get rich with a motive