IRC-Galleria

I remmesin all that time we share
so many nights, fight, you broke into tears

maan instead all dat fightin and tears
you shoul show more passion and care



you should do excacly what i tell you do
you mad at me,

Im a thoro nigga, n-i-g-g-a,
your nigga for life, mothafucking that B.G.A

I love hoes, money and ricthes, nasty bitches

you ask me if i ever chance
I dont know, maybe so, time will tell
I not ready for comminet, im good on my own

afters jail, give you calI, baby Im home
it feel good to have women on your own
but it stress, if you and your girl aint get alone

all that jeoulesy questin, boo it kill me
askin me where i fuck I be,
comin home tree in mornin, fuck up B
you should a know if i aint home, ten lock up G
kickin with my homiez all night,

fresh smell out the kitchen, cockin beams n chicken
I love comin home ,, when house smell like barbie Q
you keep the house clean, and my sneaker all settle
fresh clocths, and clean dishis
I presiate things you do, and the love you share


nigga messace girl
dats nice



I tryina do what the man do, and thats lovin you
but it hard cause im thug, i dont know what lovin do

undes