LYRIC FOR SALE

By Kevin Thomas

HARD HAPPINESS

Iam not your friend iam not yout man i dont even know why you brought it there yea its how i feel when the last couple dollars spent niggaz got nowhere honesty but honsetly i could of said about anything nobody show loyality anyway but they so quick to be askin an arm and leg walk wit em talk wit em but never know if ill fxxx wit em these niggas here dont talk to em dont know talk about plugs to em yea woman they catch on to me i like to drill em and leave em the weed why they be callin its been like a week it be a minute before i be taking that serious word to serious street yea my niga my niga my niga how bout your nigga be playin for keeps keys


They tell me you aint got to lie craig you got to lie girl you lie you know you like the dick and i like the pussy now why your ass actin juvenile huh yea thats your movin guy huh got jake lamata jaw huh i shouldnt mess wit you none but that juke box is on run i run it to rest nothin was left them jericho walls gave it my love put in her in bed look she had to get tagged she did the most return of the mack tell me your man was that i nigga i met i gave him dap after i swept shot was like wet dont give me the room ill lock all the doors and be on the roof see what view i now have cause of you told you honest you got the truth