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| Gonzoe Miscellaneous One Time [Poppa LQ & Gonzoe] (talking) Yo (huh?) It's me again (ahaaaha) Gonzoe (yeah) I wanna live a little bit (just a little bit) [Gonzoe] Just one time (How many?) One time Just one time (How many?) One time Just one time (How many?) One time Just one time, One time [Verse 1 - Gonzoe] Me and my bitch was the closest My bitch used to help me stack my dope up My bitch too, Look at the game and funk this and smoke with me When there's no weed lightin roaches The same bitch when I'm doin the most and the brokest She right there Awaken me out my nightmares And tell my enemies to fuck off And never ever scared Givin me head anywhere See my bitch never cares about affairs Deceit along with the brain The versace spread laid across the bed Makin love Til the x is gone, bend over the tear Cause I love her Seventeen, came with me and left her mother She's a hustles bitch that's on the under Nigga, in the daytime I look in her eyes and see her lifetime And only on the block, a love like this you'll find [Gonzoe] One time (How many?) One time (How many?) One time (How many?) ha [Chorus - Poppa LQ] (repeat 2X) I know you like to ball Shop and spend cheddar baby (one time) It's automatic and it's all for the better baby (one time) Ain't nothin bringin if you fuckin with me We go L-I-V-E with T-I-E-E (one time) [Verse 2 - Poppa LQ] Now this is what you better do Get your paper collect your revenue Don't let nobody else count your money but you Hope you wanna ball too? Oh what you willin to do? Put your freedom on the line for this criminal crime? Cause the bars and the walls with the peasant design Five hoes on your line shakin' they nasty behinds Droppin with style, forty reptiles Crystal by the gallons Hollin at the stylins Dealin with the violins Trips to the eye lens California wildin to the fullest What you thought? So what you savin' for bro? Your hoe can be bought It's all for sales She want the curls Fresh out of the shells High maintenance Hair done, toe-nails Finger-nails Rockin Shanells Shoppin at Blooming dells Flossin on the bill Uppin and jumpin scrubs At hells and bells Split your male when you went to jail Heaven or hell Chorus 2X [Verse 3 - Gonzoe] I got a gangsta bitch That's why I love her Cover-up my wrong-doings Never lie to me Bring some pies to me Cross country Cause we was hungry She told me don't let it run me Baby let's make it run from you For the love of money And pimpin's smoke on me Shit my bitch was down She want one roll It was lovely and lavish Just like me she had to have it A savage, fuck, was smokin' like a palace She roll with me Nigga, she pimped hoes with me My bitch fucked around Went and bought her own Bentley Then let me drive Blowin me on the 105 Knowin I ain't got no license And this freeway is high But she thugged out Lovin her man's life, runnin the drug house My cartel car rifle, time to bring the guns out nigga I live to see the eyes of our kids And my son, a splittin image, of how shit is One time Chorus 2X |
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