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La La Byes
- yo its yo boy jo. L back with the flow. Will he ever get old. oh hell naw boy
- relax and know im at the t.o.p but started at the bottom. back when mama
- mixed the rotel with the velvee cheese. threw that on some chips to eat.
- That reflect makes champagne taste more sweet. and I earned it, if I say so
- myself. Nobody else but god helped and well you see what I become, a dashing
- emcee, who can drop lyrical bombs from a snap of his thumb. dated a ghetto
- queen, once ride or die only thing, is she smacked on her gum 24/7. Riding back from 7/11
- she popped another piece in, I kept her cause she gave me so much knowledge, on the weekend
- she should be dumb to say the least, and at least I had a gaurd to have my
- back. Thats special being black and all ,you gotta be careful. Slip up, and get
- clapped. reason I cant pause, but at the same time im bout my money like
- Sheffield. Pray to God. every chance I can. away from him I fall. together
- I stand. Lord Knows I need a real woman. Fathers wernt there so Motherfuck
- these thots. cause mama raised a good Man. I cant stand a busta damn, pray I see
- the promise land. On the Honeymoon I bust her wide, with my love, I push my
- passion deep inside. Thinking to my self after, Damn how soft was her thighs.
- Good night girl, thrust that ass to sleep. with these La La Byes. La La Byes.
- La La Byes. with these La La Byes
- Yo God bless the child that can hold it's own, and god bless my woman cause she
- loves to bone. just left da cut, she blowing up my phone. Like damn baby
- girl, alright im about to come home. Ight check it, my nigga havent made a
- year with his lady, but he bought her dumb ass a necklace. Swear ole dued is
- reckless, either that or my check list wrong. I mean I love my girl to death thats why
- im writing this song. But then again I love my bong, when kush is in it.
- class aint over for me, nigga it's just beginning. with my sinning, having visions,
- of flames up in prison. Ask god for forgivness, wheres my angel when I need him
- cause these Demons relentless. I hit the gym tryna find where my strength went
- Hitting beats out the park roger Clements. H town killing, all you fake ass kittens,
- we be the G's we the Cats Meow, take my niggas 9th live. And u going down
- rock yo ass to sleep, if mines dies, we wont weep. All u hear is song
- in the chyme's. and R.I.P in these La la byes.
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