Could I be the one you love
Could I be the one you love
In the morning, in the night
I'll be there to treat you right
Fuelz got that heat
Aye, yeah, I love my uncle Nuttie
Every time we hit the D, we gotta pour the muddy
Can't forget J Weezy, you forever my cuddy
A lot of bitches really spent, I was never yo hubby
Planning ' out liq & Lamb cause July comin
Runnin' through the North End, let's hit the Casa Don or somethin
Bitch thought she ran into a lover until I Donald Trump her
Half the time, you ain't gotta kill em, just gotta make him suffer
Just cause they robbed you 20 times, that don't make you tougher
Stop sayin' that you got it, they know you a bluffer
Stop sayin' l can f*ck her, I'm knowin' you cuffin' her
Had so much love for that bitch, now it's past, f*ck her
We was close like a collision, meanin' past the bumper
Cuz, why you walk up on a nigga no mask
Or nothin' he said it was blood already shed it was past discussion
Told my daughter you gon' be the one to take care of them absence for me
And you better hurry up, cuz I told her that I Aminah
Coming, people try to paint my momma, out to be the meanest woman
Her sister died, she had to take her kids with no help or nothin
22 with 8 kids, she never even seen a hunnid
I think she's deserve a 100 mil for all her pain and sufferin
And I'ma give it to you, I was in the D
I don't know about no Memphis shootin
If you ever see me in the streets, don't ever mention music
My nigga back there for the strikers, shit, I'm just pick and choosin
Bitch gettin' her ass beat, I'm just watchin' like a movie
R.I.P. Tommy Bayless, I really heard you shootin
Uncle Ron broke me in half, almost stop makin' music she like Dolla
Do you ever chill sometimes, I'm like Yolanda
Girl, do you ever get tied
I told you from the jump, I'm on my motherf*ckin' grind
I ain't even a blind bitch, can see ain't got no motherf*ckin' time
Shit, get a lil' steep when you push a hunnid pounds
Gettin' call after call that's , what you call a slappin' line
Niggas a kill you for yo phone, then a let that bitch die
Bitch cryin' over nothin', nigga, let that bitch cry
When I got it, don't blow it, she said, don't be a jack
When she asked, I said, no, she like, remember that
Bitch, I'm rollin' off percs, I don't remember shit
But I do remember puttin' yo brother in remembrance
Huh, gave his ass nine, of them I'm like 50 cent
Y'all ain't even f*ckin' with my lil, yeah, she a 50 bitch
Lil' bad pretty bitch, nigga, ain't she militant
Yeah, it was five percent, now everything mirror tint
Cheat on bitches, tell them to they face like my cousin Chris
Da Da say, nigga, the right, bitch, a get a nigga killed
Look blood in his eyes, you better get a milf
Go get tha dolla show 3, sometime in September
I love ridin' on the East in the SRT
No shirt, white buffs, it's just me and B
They my cousin's more like brothers, y'all can never beef
Y'all had a few articulations, but man, that shit was weak
You ever take a step back, nigga, we all we got
We came up off of food stamps, we ain't have a lot
We a little older now, we just want respect
So I'ma End this with a barbecue on Kennebec
Nigga!
Smoke Dolla - 90s Early 2000s Lyrics
Smoke Dolla - 90s Early 2000s Lyrics
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Could I be the one you love
Could I be the one you love
In the morning, in the night
I'll be there to treat you right
Fuelz got that heat
Aye, yeah, I love my uncle Nuttie
Every time we hit the D, we gotta pour the muddy
Can't forget J Weezy, you forever my cuddy
A lot of bitches really spent, I was never yo hubby
Planning ' out liq & Lamb cause July comin
Runnin' through the North End, let's hit the Casa Don or somethin
Bitch thought she ran into a lover until I Donald Trump her
Half the time, you ain't gotta kill em, just gotta make him suffer
Just cause they robbed you 20 times, that don't make you tougher
Stop sayin' that you got it, they know you a bluffer
Stop sayin' l can f*ck her, I'm knowin' you cuffin' her
Had so much love for that bitch, now it's past, f*ck her
We was close like a collision, meanin' past the bumper
Cuz, why you walk up on a nigga no mask
Or nothin' he said it was blood already shed it was past discussion
Told my daughter you gon' be the one to take care of them absence for me
And you better hurry up, cuz I told her that I Aminah
Coming, people try to paint my momma, out to be the meanest woman
Her sister died, she had to take her kids with no help or nothin
22 with 8 kids, she never even seen a hunnid
I think she's deserve a 100 mil for all her pain and sufferin
And I'ma give it to you, I was in the D
I don't know about no Memphis shootin
If you ever see me in the streets, don't ever mention music
My nigga back there for the strikers, shit, I'm just pick and choosin
Bitch gettin' her ass beat, I'm just watchin' like a movie
R.I.P. Tommy Bayless, I really heard you shootin
Uncle Ron broke me in half, almost stop makin' music she like Dolla
Do you ever chill sometimes, I'm like Yolanda
Girl, do you ever get tied
I told you from the jump, I'm on my motherf*ckin' grind
I ain't even a blind bitch, can see ain't got no motherf*ckin' time
Shit, get a lil' steep when you push a hunnid pounds
Gettin' call after call that's , what you call a slappin' line
Niggas a kill you for yo phone, then a let that bitch die
Bitch cryin' over nothin', nigga, let that bitch cry
When I got it, don't blow it, she said, don't be a jack
When she asked, I said, no, she like, remember that
Bitch, I'm rollin' off percs, I don't remember shit
But I do remember puttin' yo brother in remembrance
Huh, gave his ass nine, of them I'm like 50 cent
Y'all ain't even f*ckin' with my lil, yeah, she a 50 bitch
Lil' bad pretty bitch, nigga, ain't she militant
Yeah, it was five percent, now everything mirror tint
Cheat on bitches, tell them to they face like my cousin Chris
Da Da say, nigga, the right, bitch, a get a nigga killed
Look blood in his eyes, you better get a milf
Go get tha dolla show 3, sometime in September
I love ridin' on the East in the SRT
No shirt, white buffs, it's just me and B
They my cousin's more like brothers, y'all can never beef
Y'all had a few articulations, but man, that shit was weak
You ever take a step back, nigga, we all we got
We came up off of food stamps, we ain't have a lot
We a little older now, we just want respect
So I'ma End this with a barbecue on Kennebec
Nigga!
Could I be the one you love
In the morning, in the night
I'll be there to treat you right
Fuelz got that heat
Aye, yeah, I love my uncle Nuttie
Every time we hit the D, we gotta pour the muddy
Can't forget J Weezy, you forever my cuddy
A lot of bitches really spent, I was never yo hubby
Planning ' out liq & Lamb cause July comin
Runnin' through the North End, let's hit the Casa Don or somethin
Bitch thought she ran into a lover until I Donald Trump her
Half the time, you ain't gotta kill em, just gotta make him suffer
Just cause they robbed you 20 times, that don't make you tougher
Stop sayin' that you got it, they know you a bluffer
Stop sayin' l can f*ck her, I'm knowin' you cuffin' her
Had so much love for that bitch, now it's past, f*ck her
We was close like a collision, meanin' past the bumper
Cuz, why you walk up on a nigga no mask
Or nothin' he said it was blood already shed it was past discussion
Told my daughter you gon' be the one to take care of them absence for me
And you better hurry up, cuz I told her that I Aminah
Coming, people try to paint my momma, out to be the meanest woman
Her sister died, she had to take her kids with no help or nothin
22 with 8 kids, she never even seen a hunnid
I think she's deserve a 100 mil for all her pain and sufferin
And I'ma give it to you, I was in the D
I don't know about no Memphis shootin
If you ever see me in the streets, don't ever mention music
My nigga back there for the strikers, shit, I'm just pick and choosin
Bitch gettin' her ass beat, I'm just watchin' like a movie
R.I.P. Tommy Bayless, I really heard you shootin
Uncle Ron broke me in half, almost stop makin' music she like Dolla
Do you ever chill sometimes, I'm like Yolanda
Girl, do you ever get tied
I told you from the jump, I'm on my motherf*ckin' grind
I ain't even a blind bitch, can see ain't got no motherf*ckin' time
Shit, get a lil' steep when you push a hunnid pounds
Gettin' call after call that's , what you call a slappin' line
Niggas a kill you for yo phone, then a let that bitch die
Bitch cryin' over nothin', nigga, let that bitch cry
When I got it, don't blow it, she said, don't be a jack
When she asked, I said, no, she like, remember that
Bitch, I'm rollin' off percs, I don't remember shit
But I do remember puttin' yo brother in remembrance
Huh, gave his ass nine, of them I'm like 50 cent
Y'all ain't even f*ckin' with my lil, yeah, she a 50 bitch
Lil' bad pretty bitch, nigga, ain't she militant
Yeah, it was five percent, now everything mirror tint
Cheat on bitches, tell them to they face like my cousin Chris
Da Da say, nigga, the right, bitch, a get a nigga killed
Look blood in his eyes, you better get a milf
Go get tha dolla show 3, sometime in September
I love ridin' on the East in the SRT
No shirt, white buffs, it's just me and B
They my cousin's more like brothers, y'all can never beef
Y'all had a few articulations, but man, that shit was weak
You ever take a step back, nigga, we all we got
We came up off of food stamps, we ain't have a lot
We a little older now, we just want respect
So I'ma End this with a barbecue on Kennebec
Nigga!
Writer: Aaron Davis
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