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letra de one for the books - wes on acid

[intro]

i guess this is my song for the ladies right?
oh sh-t wes on acid got a record we could get down to
it’s about the memories though baby
it’s about the memories

[hook]

this night i’m here with my baby
and this night i’m here until the end of time
this night is all that i want
’cause this life is one for the books my baby

[x2]

[verse 1]

uh, is this what you want?
is that what you want? [x2]
uh uh
deliver my funds [x2]
don’t play with my funds, uh uh
get back on the block [x2]
and rise up your stock, uh uh
just give me that tongue [x2]
buy whatever you want uh uh
they findin’ for love [x2]
with drinks and some bub uh uh
yup [x7]
this is what that life be about
in mcclaren we ride around
you plus me thats one plus 2
he needs love go swallow too
smokin’ out, po’in up, keep that lean up in my cup
all my cars got leather and wood in my hood we call it buck
everybody want to ball, holla at broads at the mall
if he up watch him fall, playa i can’t f-ck with ya’ll
if i wasn’t rappin’ baby i would still be ridin’ in mercedes
comin’ down and sippin’ daily
no records until whitney pays me
this that vegas playas anthem boi

[hook 2]

[x2]

[verse 2]

pimpin’ ain’t died it just moved to the websites
still like to get my d-ck sucked under the street lights
uh, l!ck it and swirl with that tongue
gag on that sh-t for fun
take that d-ck don’t run
playa sh-t ’till i c-m
f-ck my sh-t is numb, uh
put that b-tch back on the blade
took here out with ace of spade
never sippin’ haterade
never say that i ain’t made
f-ck with me you’ll catch this fade
keep my b-tches tracks stay laid
keep my b-tches cell phones paid
hopin’ that the cops don’t raid
pay my tax b-tch don’t evade
light skinned b-tch her name is jade
name sade don’t call her sade
hoes in threes b-tch like d-wade
uh
business man go buy some stocks
business man pretty penny for thots
keepin’ up with all their shots
only burnin’ b-tch -ss cops
gag on the sh-t my b-tch won’t stop
bounce with this your head gon’ bop
trackin’ daily hump and hop
f-ck with me this sh-t gon’ pop
don’t make me go grab the yop
pay me b-tch and give sloppy top
eye to eye like fetty wop
uh

[hook 3]

[x2]

[verse 3] (10 roses)

you showed me the way to the light i need that
cameras flash and catch that -ss
it’s its own celebrity
catch me where the weather be
i’m not ever settling
fbd lettering
i’m the king and you’re the dream
let’s go stunt & rent and raf for a month
weed smells and leave that trace
you name the place and that’s your fate
i’ll be here to say your grace
i’ll buy it all to see that face…smile

- wes on acid

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