Professor - Sorry Baby paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson Sorry Baby - Professor



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I live it up like these are my last days
If time is money, I'm an hour past paid
Ughh, gunpowder in my hourglass
Niggas faker than some flour in a powder
Bag
Yeah, I put it down like my hands hurting
I'm on a natural high, but I land perfect
Some of us are lovers, most of y'all haters
But I put up a wall, and they just wallpaper
So love or hate me, I stay hate-free
They say we learn from mistakes, that's why
They mistake me
I got some weight on my shoulders, to me
It's like feathers
All hail Weezy, call it bad weather
I stick to the script, I memorize the lines
Life is a movie that I've seen too many times
You're on the outside looking in, close the
Blinds
And they say never say never, but fuck your
Nevermind
I've been gone too long
I've been gone too long
True or false, right or wrong
Hello Weezy, welcome home
Blunt blowin'
Polo draws showin'
I don't give a lovely motherfuck ass nigga
With my teeth glowing, I'm on my Deebowin'
You don't need a bus pass, for me to bust yo
Ass nigga
Blunt blowin'
Polo draws showin'
I don't give a lovely motherfuck ass nigga
With my money blowing, don't matter I got
More and
You don't need a bus pass, for me to bust yo
Ass nigga
Stunna, I got em, I'm back on them bitches
All about my riches, my name should be
Richard
Cut the bullshit out, I'm ample with the
Scissors
Life is a choice, and death is a decision
Times have changed, but fuck it get a new
Watch
I still got the vision like a line between two
Dots
Young money's eating, the label getting
Fatter
And yea, the tables turned, but I'm still
Sitting at em
I'm a bad motherfucker, cuz the good die
Young
EVerybody selling dreams, I'm too cheap to
Buy one
Man when that cookie crumble, everybody
Want a crumb
Shoot that hummingbird down, Hummingbird
Don't hum
Big money, big money, deep pockets
Money talks, and motherfuckers
Eavesdropping
Bunch of bloods, you could call it blood
Clotting
East side,?
Blunt blowin'
Polo draws showin'
I don't give a lovely motherfuck ass nigga
With my teeth glowing, I'm on my Deebowin'
You don't need a bus pass, for me to bust yo
Ass nigga
Blunt blowin'
Polo draws showin'
I-I don't give a lovely motherfuck ass nigga
With my money blowing, no matter where
You going
You don't need a bus pass, for me to bust yo
Ass nigga
Light that Ashton Kutcher, I'm a limit pusher
Y'all dead meat, and me I'm just a butcher
I do it for the money, man I am such a
Hooker
And freedom was my girl, until they fucking
Took her
You can look into the future, it's right behind
Your eyelids
But I don't wanna know, cuz shit I like
Surprises
Why that, why this, why you on that why
Shit?
Motherfucker ask me why, I say YM
Beach bum, call me ocean drive slim
Drop the top, look up and make the sky grim
Young moola, skinnies and some supras
Belly of the beast till it pukes
Motherfucker
Blunt blowin'
Polo draws showin'
I don't give a lovely motherfuck ass nigga
With my teeth glowing, I'm on my Deebowin'
You don't need a bus pass, for me to bust yo
Ass nigga
Blunt blowin'
Polo draws showin'
I don't give a lovely motherfuck ass nigga
With my money blowing, no matter where
You going
You don't need a bus pass, for me to bust yo
Ass nigga
I've been gone too long
True or false, right or wrong
Hello Weezy, welcome home
It's young mula, baby



Writer(s): Professor Langa, Mkhululi Siqula


Professor - The Orientation
Album The Orientation
date de sortie
01-01-2012




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