, let me see my child (Child) Let me see my child, I've got to see my child You're hurting him, you're hurting him (Child, child) He needs me in his life (Child
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me see my child (Child) Let me see my (Child) I've got to see my (Child) you're hurting him (Child) you're hurting him (Child) he needs me in his life (Child
truck balley shit Champagne spillin while we hittin every bump that my Denali hit Outfit is four thousand and better The rhinestones in my flintstones look crazy in my
Sound like my mic is right I-I am not a human, shout to all my moon men Yeah, they call me Tune, got them bitches tuned in It's a crazy world so I stay
all deformed, and I feel your pain What I touch with my hand, I touch with my heart. The affection of stillness Kiss
porch 'till the lights come on (do it a) And when I woke up in the mornin' and my bike was gone (let's do it again) I was sick to my stomach, couldn'
ice water dead grams American hustler up and comin with a vengeance Makes no magnet charge, plug vivid my extension One lesson motivation for my pistol
a copy studs be on my sac to dub me CHEAP ASS NIGGAZ! Go and purchase it I ain't do all this work for shit my style's my child I gave birth to it
end Is all that I have to show I swallowed my pride And I choked on my faith I've given my heart and my soul I've broken my fingers And lied through
go one round With the hands but man I ain't the one, you'll get done clown I can inverse my style, 'cause I'm versitile Quick to burst a child I'm livin
dope) Now my baby mama callin bout that child support (Now my baby mama callin bout that child support) Bitch back the fuck up, and let me smoke my weed
Pullin' niggaz cards, exposin' what ya hold I'm sorry if it feels you don't know me no more Just had some shit on my mind, in my chest I had to get off
? It's all right for girls to be hoes She's out gettin' her pussy wet My man Samson and that bitch Delilah, She got mad 'cause Samson tried her All the
A-Lot, Smoke-A-Lot. (Haha, is that right?) And Phats Bossi. Yes. All of my niggas ridaz. Check it. Chorus *(Yukmouth)* All of my niggas ridaz
feds watch me, private paparazzi Still chasing me for war crimes like a Nazi Against all odds see the judge tried to Pac me Lucky dice roll got my lawyers
show you the whole world C'mon be a grown lady instead of a little girl, cause Im all you need (Im all you need) I think im all that you need, girl
