Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Must Fess Up, artist - Bizzy Bone. Album song Midwest Cowboy & Trials and Tribulations, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 18.05.2015
Record label: Real Talk Entertainment
Song language: English
I Must Fess Up |
My first, my first Briana |
I named her after me and shit |
Send shouts out to my family |
Y’knowmsayin, my daughter Briana |
If I never see you again baby, we gon' do it |
And I must fess up if I mess up, babe I want you back |
B my daughter, get the babies, move the fam attack |
And if we never see each other 'member you are the best |
I’m still wit’chu, remember me, don’t stress |
If I mess up, I gotta fess up, boo I want you back |
B my daughter, get the babies and the fam attack |
And if we never see each other 'member you are the best |
I still love you, I still love you |
If I had you in my arms and we had money to spare |
I’ll take you anywhere, ev-erywhere, it don’t matter I don’t care |
You better do what’chu gotta do, you’re freedom is so precious |
Kisses and hugs and love, my beauty, you’re excellence |
Manifested in perfection, I can’t say no more |
Have fun for me baby, slammin Maybach doors |
They broke my jaw in the club, Billy nursed me to health |
She more than a friend, she showed me that I wasn’t by myself |
And I been broke, Keith blessed me with paper to go get fed |
A hot meal and a bag of weed, plus some liquor with nothin said |
Never asked me for the money back, my love I thank you |
I’m very grateful when I’m lonely and I know that God loves me |
Reminiscin on the good times, the best was good times |
So misunderstood times, good times |
And these are so misunderstood rhymes, woodgrain, get it on |
And when I’m not in the battlefield you know that I still get it on |
Evaluations wanna vision you and never rejoicin |
Baby I love you, everything that I can muster, uhh |
Evaluations wanna vision you and never rejoicin |
Baby I love you with everything, no choices |
I scoop you up, up in the limo with a bottle full of Bacardi |
12-pack of Bud Light, bumpin «Let Me Feel Your Body» |
The whisk for the moment as the driver say «Where |
Are we goin, round the city? |
Roll the weed, I don’t care» |
We’ll be feelin 'em, so in love with me, and yes the feelin is mutual |
As I ride pass the graveyard, reminiscin over the funeral |
My brother is here in spirit, made his peace with the Lord |
You can ask Ninja when it happened, Capo loved the Lord |
I put 'Pac on, all rap music we bumpin |
Baby lookin at me chillin, she feelin me, makin a million |
Pass the cup into my girl and Brandy, I mean Britney |
Kinda tipsy on the backseat in the Lincoln stretch fizzy |
I still love you boo, still true to the affection |
Never abandon this protection, the fuckin direction |
I still love you boo, still true to the affection |
Never abandon my protection, the focus in yo' direction; |
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We at the road, still chillin, watchin movies and we smokin |
Baby she lookin so beautiful, «You comfortable?» |
«Boo, you know it» |
Was the answer that she gave me as we finished the spinach |
Cause dinner at Ruth Chris, let’s get drunk for the reel spinnin |
Fi-let mig-non, big lobster, champagne was Dom |
We need some Cristal, won’t get it for now, let’s get it on |
And we kissin at the table as the patrons sip Patron |
One patron told us go get a room, and go home |
500 dollars on the table, we half-naked |
Makin out, tearin our clothes off, the limo get to shakin |
Better save it for the room, I can’t wait no more |
With the slow jam of «Secret Lovers» playin at the door |
The star shinin so bright, they watchin from afar |
You’re a shinin star, forever and ever you are |
We at the corner, I guess it’s just like Ike and Tina |
Clothes messed up, bra on backwards, I gotta see her, gotta see her |