make me, make me That would make me feel so bad, hey, hey Would you help me say? Just you take your time Just you take your time Seein' y'all can take it
said it's too much Girl, it's too much, oh hey I was one step closer To your arms from mine I feel your love so divine It, it, it, it, it, it, it, it
me? What more do you love about me? After all you've done for me I love you, yes sirree, oh Think about it baby What more? Think about it baby What more? Think about it
The only truth I know Oh, you taught me things about me I never thought I'd know Darlin', you been there for me, yeah Through the strangest of the time Oh, it
're stylin' in your boots and Gabanna I'm so used to your Prada, I take trips 'cuz out in Houston it's hotta Throw in that Al Green and juice the Impala Lay
it Theif flow, they say I'm on show stealing shit My solo discography, I'm building it Now everytime you hit the space bar I'm killing it Yeah, I'm
I eats with it And I ain't a nigga to talk peace with it, I'll squeeze with it Play for keeps with it, put you under the white sheet with it It's back
gorgeous in lingerie Is that the kid on the phone? Hardcore Hawkin you in front of the building everyday When is he gonna learn? It's over, it's my
this bitch nigga lay down And no competition I had to be fucking a twig? Whoever coming for me gangster I'ma get it every time I want to get it I'm living
's not witnessing The Harlem renaissance birthed black businesses This is the tale of lost innocence As the incense burns and the turn tables turn And that Al Greens
watch me, but please watch ya manners And the girls I be meetin' be planters Nuts, sayin' I should lay down green on a ring like ?? I been on it for a
started And watch yo back fo the shark Nigga cold-hearted We got bakin soda All the way down in minnesota We got bakin soda Down in minnesota I got
rap or release the classic suckas a jaw-jap but i looked past it I get detailed describe it graphic practice the graph till im knowin it backwards spit it
Beat the drum slowly and play the fife lowly Play the dead march as you bear me along Take me to the green valley, lay the sod o'er me I'm a young cowboy
to the rhyme, the juice spilt from John's Lennon They took her to Elizabeth Taylor to dry clean The lone seamstress, who was schemin' on Al's Green
, findin' time to shine rocks It's real, you violate, be in a pine box If it go there, I lay you before you lay me, it's crazy I didn't make the game,
) Beat the drum slowly and play the fife lowly Play the dead march as you bear me along Take me to the green valley, lay the sod o'er me I'm a young cowboy
on shit to lay everything down even tourists and non-affiliates These days, gun play is official with green lights on every block Know the sign tells you too it