the signs that let it go Tired, I'm very tired Can you see me rounding back to home Wired, I'm very wired Can you see me rounding back to home
you fit that description? So many girls all over the world, all over the world Can't decide which one I'll be taking home I can take you home right now
you gon' learn I'ma star? P.D. back up for par Dolce jar Girls and Bob dog, what's up with the bar Midori forty-five degrees with cigar (uh huh) V.I.P
pies on the shelf, if i ain't in the back of the bach, I ain't in nothin' else ahaha I'm somthin' else. [Chorus] (Rick Ross) Uh, uhhh, cigar please,
, Gucci hooked on chronic sonic im in this booch hella kid and i've been smoking hella weed lick it twist back down probably wont know how i go home
the Apollo in Harlem Good scene there, everybody raving One day, one night, came a Cadillac with four head lights Came a man with a big, long, fat, cigar
When he gets done playin', goes back to his room Climbs in the bed in his cowboy boots And he picks up a magazine, turns on the tv Lights a cigar as he
the same reason Michael Vick's doin' biz I say hold up, I met you, I was thuggin' back then And you was ridin' with me holdin' on a Mack 10 But that was back
It's the ghost, I got to go to sleep just to get home I'm spiritually outta this world Meet my lyrics on the darkside come back when the dutchie
Tyga California the home of a king the place for an angel flyer than doves i just wanna bring the cali love back! sittin here thinkin when they put cali
you are? Body smokin' like a Cuban cigar Girl you're the mama and I'm the dada The way you're freakin' it it so ya ya Wil'in out in the back 'o my car
tryna front like that's your car With a fat-ass cigar, you ain't no muthafuckin' star What you are is a nigga lost, dazed and confused Back in the day
try hard yall, I'm lightin' up for all my soldiers at war, As I sit back and watch the ashes on my cigar fall, Wayne just came home, And Tip back on
Bitch I'm the shit, see the stains that I done left on the track? And I ain't sayin no names but I left the best on they back And they ain't sayin no
I smoke cigars, it ain't just for the show I'm blessed from the do' and known for my stidile I send a nigga, baby mamma home with a smidile You can have
not attempt You crossed the line, no turnin' back We'll leave you naked like Larry Flynt With young ghetto stars, certified with ghetto scars Intoxicated by weed cigars
, ?Excuse me I'll be right back, pardon me? Grabbed his glass and he nodded to me Skated off to take a piss, the shit felt like a nut Got back the dude
