It's hard to say it, time to say it Goodbye, goodbye I miss that town I miss their faces You can't erase You can't replace it I miss it now I can't
Yeah i could go outside today but i won't 'cause i won't Yeah i could look alive today but i won't 'cause i won't But somewhere on the radio could you
like this, I keep a night stick In case any stick up care, where heat might miss I chicken fry rice bitch in a white trench Bustin' off two macks, I'm like I'm hit Yo, I'm just playin', I
it's irrelevant I'm heaven sent, now watch how I do this shit Ho! Ho (I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm) Ho! Ho, go go! Ho! Ho (Hot, hot, hot, hot) Ho! Ho, go go! I
disrespectin', didn't good (Ahh) I didn't cause you harm but I was reachin' for your arm When you walked past and I missed and I grabbed your ass My bizzard feels like I'm learnin' 35 In a A3 cup in a Deezeevees whatever I desire (Desire) I
you this, that bitch gon' see stars Respect my gangsta, I see you looking mad and I ain't 'cha I know 50 Cent and bitch I ain't no Wanksta And I don't
toothbrush, and extra draws And I hate for you to miss it all So, you better move swift shoot the gif and get your tickets y'all So, tune your radio
gone The desperation's gone Turn, tune the knob k-go Some alterna radio Strategic marketing hype, media, stereotype Has our music been castrated? Yes To you
i'm on said gyal i tell off nigger, i'm mad, and them balls to coming on me apartment she said my swagga's so alarming i told her wait i miss you tossed
radio Told me to perpetrate like I was a hero I ain't with that, Toons got my back Do I have to use a gat to show you where I'm at? Or pose with a forty
Wait, am I talking wrong? I said nah, I'm a walking Kanye/Beyonce song. She said I'm mad at you, I said why? She said why you never make songs for chicks
you better keep your distance, I just wanna have I'm on a mission, I don't even wanna kiss her Honey, I won't even miss ya when I'm done with ya I just
girl she aint you no So i miss you its bei maejor and jukebox boy i think back on when we used to be so happy me and you together me and you
Daddy, I be missing you when you gone" I said I gotta go so I can stack chips like Lou Corn I ask my daughter how I look, she fixed my hat so I can wear
and post With them Adidas that Bruce wore, stay in the juice bar All I know if you saw me, you thought I was broke Black, yo, I been hustling since niggas
fitted, dropkick it, I lived it if not quit it I pitched it, my pops sniffed it, need business, I'm not finished I'm *sniff* too hot wit it, you bitching
patience I like you, I usually change chicks like radio stations Definitely not lookin' for love But if you give it to me right now, I might say, I was You
It Was, What It Is, It's Like I Got A Pistol to My Head, Can I Live? You Never Should Of Left Tical For Dead never That, Be Careful What You Wish For
