all I know About the beautiful things that she's wasted I hope this time she won't come back Find the right train on a different track Please don't come back cause I
come?" "Guess i'm bout to just kick it here then?" Just throw up while I hold your hair back Her white friend said "you niggas crazy" I hope no-one heard that I
ain't got shit to do with it Bygones'll never be bygones so won't be finished swallowin' my wad I ain't finished blowin' it, nice bra Hope it'll fit
the tracks I hear the train On my way To where I won?t look back I heard you say With
it I'm a boy and I gotta show it I hear them cries from the babies I wish they had a chance don't wanna blow it But unemployed for all the little girls
chair I really wouldn't give a fuck Because she left my partner's family with memories And after hearin' this I know you don't remember me But yet in still I find it
now dried up and rotted It's a pile of pew, pick up your glove and say, "Yo I got it!" Hopin you won't drop you thought you had it made like ?Kay?
Man, I don't want your girl, plus I heard she got the cooties If you mean what you feel then I mean what I said You don't like cheap sex, I laid a mil
you have a stroke Pay cold cash you know, I won?t need Bruno I?ll hit you with my gat and then I won?t come back Like eym peanut butter top with the
do it, just put your back into it Now shake what she gave you, I`m talking bout ya mama If you won't do it for me then do it for these dollas Cause
I go back and forth forever All my thoughts they come in pairs Well I will, I won't, I doubt of them I'm not surprised but I never feel quite prepared
ain't got sh-t to do with it Bygones will never be bygones so won't be finished swallowing my wad I ain't finished blowing it, nice bra hope it'll fit
that's my moms." "I don't care, I'm your daddy -- boy you don't be talkin back" "That ain't right though." "I SAID you don't talk back to me son, WHAT
she can get You wanted Shady, well you got it man. I ain't apologizin' for shit. I'm a G.O.A.T. And I don't mean to gloat, but I know what I know and
you didn't I wouldn't be hittin' Yeah I would Cause the sex is too damn good If I ran who would I run to? It would be this soften womb So its off and
If you didn't I wouldn't be hittin' Yeah I would Cause the sex is too damn good If I ran who would I run to? It would be this soften womb So its off
I'ma never look back 8 mile road, and I'm gone, I know right where I'm going Sorry mama I'm grown, I must travel alone Ain't following no footsteps,
