Lyrics:
a sucka, metal in the duffel
I'm all about my chips, I gets my ruffles
Joey I got ya, these boyz bluffing
I'm doin' the Hulk Hogan but they ain't sayin'
Sit back and relax your mind (relax your mind)
I wanna be what you need and more
Just tell me what you like (what you like, what you like)
Girl are
on yourself, I know you’ll get through
Cos the best version that you can be's the best version of you
That’s the truth
You don’t need 10,000 likes up on your new
a new one Pour me a new one
I got the blunt by the deuce I got a cup by the deuce
Pour me another I'm up by the deuce pour me another I'm up by the deuce
and they talkin' much s***
Say f*** that s***, say f*** that s***
All the girls in the club that don't really give a f***
Say f*** that s***, say f***
t-boyz and that chilli girl /
They don’t do scrubs
They only do the plug
So when they doing me
They always make it flood
All I ask is trust, loyalty
Honk yo horn as she's walking by right now
Yeah
I need some of that, so fresh out the pack
I'll pop yo cherry like a bottle, take a swing
something new to ya
Line it up like a pool stick, that’s my cue to ya
Say you see I’m trying and that’s cute to ya, but a lot of people got a shot to ya
Talk
grown
And the spots is getting blown
Boyz II Men, ABC, BBD
Nah, we ain't none of them, B
Give me, so give me
Nore, Phife Dawg and Abstract
Give me,
'cause her pussy pop
I run it like Nike, we got it on lock
Cash, money, checks, cash
Addy, Birkin, brand new extendos
I just wanna fuck the bitch by
when I asked you
It just takes some time
(Sorry I'm choking, sorry I kissed you)
Little girl you're in the middle of the ride
(Sorry I'm broken, sorry I
A bitch named bitch
Whos thick with grey eyes
Who loves to suck dick and get hit by eight guys
Its Bugz bitch, you the fuck you thunk it was?
Gettin drunk
thought by a lady women after cash, mm
So imma get it back quick before I get a sasy lady, mm
Got a new pair of Jordans
Got a new girl foreign
Got a new
Baby girl you my fire
Keep you close like my holster
You the real killa
Stick by my side you my hitta
Baby girl you my fire
Keep you close like my
a brand new year
It's a brand new year
Yeah it's a brand new year
It's a brand new year
I used to sit in the back of my history class and dream about girls
Gutta butta, Queens, New York City
Microphone cheka one two one two
East Coast, West Coast, this is we do
Get your hustle on, yeah matter
the stage, the hip hop version of raid-en
Ain't gotta say i fucked your girl
But your girl she steady loving fucking with the words
With me they like all that
Riding 'round in a new city
My girl next to me and she look pretty
Top down in the new city
Even though it's kinda new, I got a good feeling
Riding
‘Cause Baby you fucking a scammer
I'm way too broke for birthday presents
Last year my girl dumped me coz I promised her s550
Brand new balance
Nike boyz
it's only you, nobody new, I put you first
And for you, girl, I swear I'd do the worst
If you stay forever, let me hold your hand
I can fill those
[Kanye]
I wanna see whats under there there now put it in the air
Yeah load it on my macbook air
Its a new form of macking don't be old fashioned
INTRO
Good morning c.C.B. team.
Your new mission is to hit Demi Moore's sack. cs always should you or anyone of the team would fail, we will neglet
Unless you want to live in a dream yeah that's me
Psychedelics in my tummy new version of me do you like what you see
Mixing up versions of me locked in
is, this is Shop Boyz summer
Big wheels on rims, I'm flexin'
New chain around my neck, I'm flexin'
Got dough, you can check, I'm flexin'
Matter
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