Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song By Myself , by - Juelz Santana. Release date: 15.05.2010
Song language: English
By Myself |
| No more lying friends |
| Mourning tragic ends |
| Know they do pretend |
| They won’t go when I go |
| Come on home biscuit for man’s sake |
| No more fake hugs and handshakes |
| Stand straight |
| You sweeter than a pancake |
| Me, I’m tryin get that green like the landscape |
| That’s for my team in region eight |
| See what I gotta say can’t wait |
| I demand cake |
| Gotta eat, keep the family straight |
| They all holding out they hands and plates, yeah |
| Wayne’s from a place called hollygrove |
| From the bottom of the globe |
| Area code 504 |
| Be hero joe and I zero in |
| With the eagle when there be no him |
| Ion need no help |
| Ion need no homie |
| Ion need no buddy |
| Nigga I got money |
| Nigga I got heart to go along with the guns |
| Call me weezy f. |
| baby |
| I be by myself when I come yeah |
| No more lying friends |
| (yeah, yeah) |
| Mourning tragic ends |
| (ion need em, ion need em) |
| Know they do pretend |
| (ion love em, ion trust em) |
| They won’t go when I go |
| (so motherfuck em, I was born by myself with my dick in my hand) no more lying |
| friends |
| (with my mind on the million dollar plan) mourning tragic ends |
| (now baby you are looking at the million dollar man) know they do pretend |
| (and I’m a die alone, so alone I stand) they won’t go when I go |
| (I feel you nigga) |
| Dudes that never spoke to me now wanna speak (beat it) |
| Girls that never said a word now wanna creep (beat it) |
| Guys that never ran with me now wanna be (what) the only passenger in my coop |
| with two seats |
| Damn, what is it homes |
| You boys breast soft and fake, I can feel the silicone (yep) you all a bunch of |
| pamela andersons |
| Me, a family man, I take care of the family man (ya dig) and it seems like my |
| day one niggas ain’t actin like day one niggas (uh un), I ain’t change I just |
| came up niggas (yep) and trust me when I say I ain’t put the streets down or |
| them thangs up nigga |
| Bring the phantom through the hood, I ain’t frontin on ya’ll |
| Just tryna let you know it’s bigger than the corner my dog |
| I ain’t playin basketball, but I’m ballin for sure |
| Now back to the money |
| Catch me when I come off tour |
| Fuck em |
| The rims may offend you on the shit I slide into |
| Fuck you |
| Send you to the desert, tell ya be cool |
| Uh um, hold on the pistols |
| Roll by the cops and turn up the stereo |
| Sittin in the corner lookin like a owner |
| Talkin to the owner, yeah my price gone up |
| All in the strip club, never get a boner |
| Only get hard for doe, I’m homer, and you’re a simpson and I’m a pimp son and |
| she ain’t comin to the crib til her friend come |
| We gettin money over here you need to get some |
| Out comes the cold steel for my income |
| Out comes the cold steel for my victims |
| Born alone, die alone, but you could die with em |
| Cars white and sexy like Nicole Kidman |
| Bad chick by my side, video vixen |
| Might fly to L.A. just to shop at Kitson |
| Thousand dollar hoodies I’m pickin up about 15 |
| That’s about 15 thousand |
| I’m trickin zero on bitches |
| Zero |
| Zavosky crystals, great china wall |
| My money run longer than the great china wall |
| And my pockets is mediterranean sea deep |
| So keep plottin and prayin to get me |
| Come on |