Why don't you come over? Why don't you come over? Why don't you come over? Why don't you come over? Why don't you come over? Why don't you come over?
why don?t you come over oh why don?t you come over why don?t you come over and walk in my shoes you wanna live freely don?t wanna die you want it?
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why don?t you come over oh why don?t you come over why don?t you come over and walk in my shoes you wanna live freely don?t wanna die you want it? you
good people and they are full of "ain't it a shame's". And why don't people, why can't they see and why don't everybody do this and why don't everybody
you owe 'em I made not a dollar, you didn't sell nada Niggas ain't even grateful that we let y'all ride You better be thankful we even let y'all shine
'll knock you out if you talk about me Come and see me on the streets alone, if you assholes doubt me And if you wanna run your mouth then come take your
Trash Party Now whether you're black, white or purple if you're misunderstood But you don't give a fuck, you weren't doin' shit that you should Long as you know you
'll knock you out if you talk about me Come and see me on the streets alone if you assholes doubt me And if you wanna run your mouth then come take your
' hotties, lettin' mothafuckers know. You come wrong if you don't come strong... YOU BETTER CATCH WRECK! Mothafucker, I made the song. Styles will vary, they won't carry over. Don't
world is in your hands So just throw your hands in the air And wave 'em like you just don't care And if you believe that you're the future Scream it
don't care!" You don't have enough money to help feed two So you have to choose between the baby and you The sky was crying, rain and hail When you
weapons ain't a thing, killing is the object What was you doing when they was kicking all on my fam? He said, "Nickel, we about to get them niggas, goddamn Why you
ain't out looking for meat I'm jumping out cars, I'm giving you permanent stars Your hardest nigga, you can't compare him to ours I'm sitting on crates
That them dreams walk which you 'cross town He's gonna die from over work There's garbage on the street that's tellin' you, you ain't shit And you almost
you don't deserve to receive the grade that might let you build up the nerve to bite the rhyme that feeds you I need you to listen my words are whet
