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I'm sorry for so much But this time I wanna know why I can't sleep without you to my right Baby, when you drive by We'll get high, four twenty-seven in the night Show up when you wanna Babe, I hope you know it's alright, I don't mind Shawty, show me your

If I take time, yeah If I take time, yeah (take time) Take time, yeah We need to take time, time Oh yeah, we need to take time, time And if I take time, time (take time) We need to take time, time (take time) Twenty-four dollars Oh, oh, oh, yeah (murda,

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas The sun is shining, the grass is green The orange and palm trees sway There's never been such a day In Beverly Hills, L.A. But it's December the twenty-fourth And I'm longing to be up north Just like the ones I used to

In the club on free spinning G's (show out) Mocca humma twenty four's on these (show out) Akon got a crew so deep (show out) These bitches Cause you don't really want to see me (show out) Don't tempt me cause I'm close to the edge Cause you don't really

Baby this ain't working, it's a labor of love Its a full time job, the work's never done Twenty-four seven, it's a labor of love Yeah, everything I got, it's all about us I wanna die in your arms, hearing you say my name I know where this is going when I

I like my beat down low and my top let back Can see me ridin' twenty-fours with a chopper in the back Ya like ya Kenwood hot and ya top let back If ya rims sit high and ya windows pitch black I like my top let back, let back, let back, let back, let

But all the ho shit still so smelly Three-sixty-five, twenty-four seven Percocet got a nigga nose sweaty Belch wrong, get your throat slashed Nigga, broke ass, where's your cash? Nigga, Santa Claus with no bag Nigga, you a ho-ho-ho ass, nigga Nigga with

It was my senior year I just turned eighteen I was a Friday night hero, with division one dreams I had an offer on the table A four year ride 'Til that fourth and two and twenty four dive I left on a stretcher, wound up on a crutch Walked on that next

Oh you, you, you There's twenty-four hours in a day, I think about you more than twenty-four times Just trying not to think about you but you've been on my mind I got nothing for you but time 'Cause you always end up by my side Through loving you, I