We Got History Lyrics Mitchell Tenpenny

C-Murder - Been A Long Time Lyrics

Lookin' back, it's hard to tell you where I started. You're calling out to me. Came home, love you like I treat ya. Under our pictures lives some of the greatest quotes from me. But you're not understanding, no. Maybe I just handled you too softly.

Somehow I'm the greatest in the game, to my own amazement. I'ma drop this shit and have these pussies droppin' like some motherf*ckin' flies. See, they gettin' loose with the line like open cages. And not for down here in the blues. Lyrics to love street. At times he had to double back. Know I got to come and check the whole man, baby, hold tight. That's why I'm movin' all elusive. The finish line is where I like to pull up and start from. Ain't got the type of time to be playin' with you folk. Pray the homie roll wit me. Take a real good look at me).

We used to do pornos when you would come over but now you got morals and shit. Then I locked the door that night in Vegas 'cause I had to. You had the nerve to defend (defend what? Even when I come back, I don't know if it's me that's gonna be coming back. I'm cool with all the owners, they love me, so they gon' let us in. Streets don't love a soul lyrics meaning. Lay your ass down, then that liquor get you fired up. Not sure if you know but I'm actually Michael Jackson. Niggas know they need to stop. I KNOW KILLERS DOING BANDS. All of a sudden (all of a sudden).

Bet against me, don't know where they're getting their odds from. You niggas f*ck with me, I give 'em motivation. Grab the top spot like "pardon my reach". Look, me and Lil Sandra bagging CDs in the bubble wrap. And I show my face in a case so you know it's me. Nigga, we don't tennis that, y'all gotta do something, yeah. Say you go that way, I guess we both go the same way. Pieces of myself that I should never lose. I don't drive my coupe to house parties, I'm tryna leave with two of 'em. So you better take your time with me. And the dirt that they threw on my name. If your whole heart wasn't in it, I know a piece of it was.

Here I am, oh, they mad. I'd have to be dead for them to say that you took it from me. Bullet wounds don't be covered by ObamaCare. And the pastor sang and them bullets sang. I can fly to check my mailbox, invoices soundin' like Jill Scott. Don't just come close to some shit. Don't wan' see these pussy niggas. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. While you sit in the house, I be out and you stay worried about me (oh). It's been a lot of years since we seen you comin' correct. Judge me how you judge me, take them bitches out to trial. With the ho ratio, I'm like David Caruso. The jet is low, they make me take your trips, we fly by (let's go).

Give that address to your driver, make it your destination. Hard to pay 40, pay Noel, pay Niko back. Lotta '42 on the flights I'm takin'. Het is verder niet toegestaan de muziekwerken te verkopen, te wederverkopen of te verspreiden. Sticker, AK-40 to your liver. Sierra Canyon parking lot lookin' like Magic City parking lot. I had to f*ck a lot of girls to get a kid like this.

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