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Carol City Chief
Join Date: Feb 2005
Location: Carol City / 305 / Miami / Dade County
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Why you leavin'? Where you goin'? When you comin' back? Look, you don't pay one bill...you don't need to know all that. Leave it there and don't come back Rounds help or hurt you, you laughin' cuz she a square But you goin' 'round in a circle So there ain't nothin' to work to, or work for You trailin' by a landslide, you won't score When in denial it hurts more I'm in and out, it's safer Cuz that could fuck witcha time Especially when you 'bout cha paper And I'm out here on the grind Never really had that thing that I can call my own Just a phone book that I can call to bone All alone, stuck inside of this baller zone The baddest ones are fallin' now, money is a strong cologne I prefer Benjamins Ex's smell the guap, wanna be friends again Not to mention I'm hot as the Benz I'm in Tell ya girl to mind her own The same bitch givin' advice is prolly down to bone And the pussy mileage long Ballin', alchohol'in, still fuckin' em for the fuck of it Money over everything, doubt if I get enough of it I ain't the clown, I get around Makin' love just make the money come slow, I got to go Ringer woke me out my sleep, "Bank's, I'm pregnant" And I'm like "Bitch you crazy...like I'm the only one you spread ya legs wit" You know I hit the exit Just cuz ya life a mess, you want my life to mess wit? You discouraged and depressed, I had the jimmy on EXTRA tight And not every now and then, either EVERY NIGHT, just in case of petty spite Now that there ain't NEVER right Now that you ain't here, I'm good Driftin' off my satellite, back to ya spot in the hood Spoiled rotten ain't good, no dedications Dumb, watchin' mine like you an accountant Go 'head and make you some Call me whatchu want baby, just call me after 1 Durin' "get it poppin'" hours, maybe we can have some fun Three-some, we drink, we fuck, we cum We sleep, then wake up and make a fuckin' re-run We done, there can only be one I'ma player, and my mind is on my money See you 6 months later Ballin', alchohol'in, still fuckin' em for the fuck of it Money over everything, doubt if I get enough of it I ain't the clown, I get around Makin' love just make the money come slow, I got to go Last edited by AlterEgo; 06-22-2009 at 11:20 AM. |
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what mixtape dis from??
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