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"We Makin' It Lyrics"
33rd Of August Lyrics
Mhmm mhmm mhmm too doo doo doo mhmm Well today there's no salvation band's packed up and gone And I'm left standing with my penny in my hand There's a big crowd at the station where the blind man sings his song But he sees Lord what they can't understand It's the 33rd of August Lord and I'm fin
Mhmm mhmm mhmm too doo doo doo mhmm Well today there's no salvation band's packed up and gone And I'm left standing with my penny in my hand There's a big crowd at the station where the blind man sings his song But he sees Lord what they can't understand It's the 33rd of August Lord and I'm fin
We Makin' It Lyrics
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Intro:
Yo, turn me up
Verse 1 [Foxy]:
What ya'll know bout bangin' out?/ Till there's nothin' left stash box mag 4s all up in the dashboards/ Look, ya'll think we get this cash for?/ We gon' front till we die/ Throw that money in the sky homie/ I rock them Louis' ya'll know already/ But it's necessary I style in Burberry/ Yo
Eternal Lies Lyrics
Hear them preach of eternal life if you've lived by all their rules They try so hard to give you shelter from the cold, cold world outside They try so hard to get into you Fear eternal lies I stand alone Somewhere between what's right or wrong If there's a God in heaven from whom the ear
ung Fox I run hip-hop/ Niggas know them hits won't stop bet them clips will pop/ Bet I be in that big body Rover/ Frontin' hard in the squad L-V on them loafers/ I'm an ill bitch I styles like I'm supposed to/ Niggas in the pen gettin' right off my posters/ In the pearl white hatch back got my swagger back and I don't know how to act nigga/ My groove is on my team is strong/ Hey yo Gav please bring them motherfuckin' horns inHear them preach of eternal life if you've lived by all their rules They try so hard to give you shelter from the cold, cold world outside They try so hard to get into you Fear eternal lies I stand alone Somewhere between what's right or wrong If there's a God in heaven from whom the ear
Chorus [Young Gavin]:
This is what we came to do/ Gettin' money playboy we ain't playin' wit' you/ Who the one that got the streets on lock/ Somebody better call the cops/ What we doin' huh?/ [Sung] We m
Slow Love Lyrics
Young is the night It feels so right Now that U're mine Let's take our time The man in the moon is smiling 4 he knows what I'm dreaming of Tonight is the night 4 making slow love The gentle breeze It blows with ease Let's make IT slow Just like the wind blows L
kin' it/ Fever hit/ Ya'll know it's Fox/ She keeps it hotYoung is the night It feels so right Now that U're mine Let's take our time The man in the moon is smiling 4 he knows what I'm dreaming of Tonight is the night 4 making slow love The gentle breeze It blows with ease Let's make IT slow Just like the wind blows L
Verse 2 [Foxy]:
And I bring it to bitches for real/ Special delivery/ Five years strong and they still tryin' to get rid of me/ But I'm still here niggas/ I do this for Gav to keep them young boys runnin' through the ave/ Have the team lookin' good I be's in the hood/ Dubs on the wheels and Bs on the hood/ Pop 50 bottles/ halo to Hollywood/ I'm so gutter Acki sweat suit with the hood/ Might flip it on these bitches and throw on the Plein Sud/ Wit a real good shoot lookin' real fuckin' good/ Start our her label, she'll never be able/ Now I styles on niggas and I turn th
You Really Got A Hold On Me Lyrics
I don't like you but I love you Seems that I'm always thinking of you Oh, oh, oh, you treat me badly I love you madly You really got a hold on me, You really got a hold on me, yeah I love you and all I want you to do is just hold me Hold me, hold me I don't want you but I
e tables/ Now meetings with Kev and Lyor at the round table/ In a three-quarter butter brown Sable/ Ya'll niggas hustlin' deals and I'm still on the grind/ Tryin' to appeal still beatin' Russell for milsI don't like you but I love you Seems that I'm always thinking of you Oh, oh, oh, you treat me badly I love you madly You really got a hold on me, You really got a hold on me, yeah I love you and all I want you to do is just hold me Hold me, hold me I don't want you but I
(Chorus [Young Gavin]
Verse 3 [Foxy]:
Irate the weak movin' a brick in half a week/ And it's hard to eat in these Brooklyn streets/ The truth is you bitches only live in a booth/ I move big sixty deuce that's Prada goose nigga/ Throw our money out our prowler roof I'm about to tightin' the noose they talkin' loose/ Man, me and Gav in them Lacs, Tyson's bout to get them belts back/ Brooklyn's back nigga