Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Lyrics to the song tryumph by Point One Off The Album Married written by Justin D. Myers Jango and Datpiff.com

Lyrics to the song triumph by Point One Off The Album Married written by Justin D. Myers      Jango and Datpiff.com     


-------Verse 1-------

“Step up in Gucci
Arrive in Prada
Sun light and mynd blow’n
Air fresh lyke it ought to

Only once seen a girl to look that bad
In them jeans
We can cut all the middle talk
Ya know what I mean

My names Point One on a southern introductory tip
If your ty-in (  to   )get my government 
You police bitch

Still you fine---
On to wynd n grynd to count paper
Sit down, sip on something
Lay back and get faded
Close ya eyes
Pic,
Relax in the sand
Im your man
As the tones hit ya lobe’s
These fingers on your back-----

Im a playa shorty—
Worlds taught me things
You cant believe
But its forbidden,
Still Ill show you,-------
All the tricks up my sleave,


                        Grynd it on me
                    Round – n – Round

I gets down
Bout to show you how this hustle thang
Ill taste in your mouth

From a kiss, to a bent
Not a frog, he’s a prince
Taught my self in the day
Stay learning from god’s gift!!----,

If  I Wished-----
I could do this hear
But I ate to get thin
On a plate a shrimp
Mixed with cocktail sauce

Hot Louisiana off it-------
Sippin on champagne
Sending you straight to the coffin
Profit
Fully in my pocket
Its dawning
Jump into a red Malibu  black
To the dusk set’s…,-------“


  “Now baby what ya mynd says
Come tell me,
Mirrors, lights, and the smoke
I’ll rise, tell you smell me

Never been the person to lose and not climb-
 Justin David Myers will find, Laugh n Tyme
Diarrhea, donkey smoke
Is how I see you mynd

Im not  sorry to be funny
Monotony is a crime

And your killin me
Homie,
Im not feeling you
But your girl is cool,
So we can share a roll or two

Body soft
 tell the next one ----------bay—b
where----ever, you might fall
eat it up like gravy---

and then,
            ----take you too a spot
That youll love to see

Wrapped up,
In milky mahogany
Cracked crab,
And peach cream,

Ill listen to you baby when you speak
Just warn , me  about these faulty sucker men
On the street’s

At ease!!!---,-----

Lets lay down
Grab a pound and put kush in the air
Hear sorrow drown
As my glasses and tent glair---

Are you mad cuz you aint never seen
Or
Because you want so bad to have trained me
Or
Have my baby--------
         Lady it wont happen
So lay down----,---- your forgive-in
Just never underestimate this nigga
Point One’s Wisdom

                   And Im Off!!!”


 
[“batter up—
             Get back on the ship---
       Cuz if you aint,
                 Cuz if you aint here--------you gone’


           ----End----
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