these wasted years A rag for someone else's tears I wring you out as I hang you out to dry Sick of all these wasted years A rag for someone else's tears
mack first In your back first Then the black hearse Goddamn, I can't understand the drama why? Now you're talking that shit like a bitch on the rag
I go hard on my bitches 'cause I'm never never softenin' Puttin' the demand on 'em, fuck 'em and scram on 'em The 'Wham, Bam, Thank You Ma'am' game is ran on
peel ya Let me check my Rolex quick because time's money Squintin' from the pavet face because it's kinda sunny Skinnin' the top back, flossin' the rag
to keep up ballin' when you're on the run I got two kis in my trunk and a shovel Stepped on the one, so now I gots double The shovel's for drama, need
skies On the move, can't lose, Hill Street Blues *** gotta pay they dues on the crews Or with the ***, spray these suckas, then I cruise My granny saw it on
head, rag top (Give me some) Bob your head, rag top (Come on, come on) Bob your head, rag top (Come on, give me some) Power music, electric revival
caught in last year's garments Holsters under armpits, chauffeurs and the charms lit And a coat is holding on the Don's wrist She got the ill Will chain on
on my lap and she's drinking champagne Got white skin, got assassins eyes I'm looking up into the sapphire tinted skies I'm well dressed, waiting on the last train Standin' on
[12th Street Rag/Euday L. Bowman] You're takin' to me good, Just like you know you should. You get me on my knees, Please, baby, please. [State of Shock
Like the time he pulled my pants off And he took those color pictures And posted copies all over town Or the time that he dumped toxic waste on my lawn
' plus a sack And I snag my leather rag can't reveal when I glide With the moneybag Ride to the hide', count my flags I be livin' on the dark side and
me gang We runnin' with no hoes and the bigger Bone That's known for gettin' his swerve on and kickin' it on the stage Off in the rag, gettin' my serve on
Yeah, come on, come on, come on This is my family, this is my family, my family Mo Thug music, Mo Thug music Sing, sing, sing, sing along, sing along
Dodge Magnum Gang bang forever, put the barrel on the head of the devil Wit homicidal intentions, I reign terror On any clique or squad you *** you fraud I'ma tickin' time
fall in, I bought coke back on 84 Back when wood used to get them bricks from the birdo And when I hit him I want to hurt him And on cutlass I wanna
guess you all on your din and I ain't on mine Stop that Akki, 'fore I send shots though your body Make 'em feel feel hell on earth before Allah drop
ski mask When I piss her off she don't let me eat the pussy when she get mad For real, nigga, I ain't gon' like, I done fucked her on the rag It was
