Lyrics:
strapped
I bust mines, don't try to sneak up on me from behind
Don't sleep, I get deep when I creep
I see right now, I got to show you it ain't nothin
her homegirl eyeing me Yah
Looking like a snack what she buying Me yerz
I mightt let her come stand by the Ivory yo
What she wanna see shorty what u
Bitch
Imma talk my shit, you get dismissed thats by my next bitch
Cause Shorty got me in a Mess
(Hey)
We might make a Mess
(A Mess)
She be pullin up with
missin' Like the kids on the carton of milk
Hey, I can snatch something bad outta the hood
And bring 'em back to the pad out by the woods
You know
by a gold rope
And niggas judge me through the scope
But with my stress they couldn’t cope
Now I quantify my moves, see I learned to do the math
bitch the way I takeoff
I'll see you later alligator your boy stay fly aviator hater
The streets saved by the bell niggas call me Slater
It's a Sure
40s,
The land of the trill thug living little shorties,
Sitting here asking God why he had to take Tek ,
Gutta Musik volume 1 banging in my tape deck,
I
Shorty tu veux ride
Side by side dans le Cadillac
Tout est allright
On va rouler sur le highway
All day
Forfait
Complet
Si on a pu de gaz
On s'en
before
Her body was so tight, had her hair done right
But who's shorty with tonight
I got that big boy sitting outside
All I need to know if she'd mind
Re-Ron, you know
We don't need no Re-Ron
We've seen all the Re-Rons before
It's beyond reel-to reel and
Shogun to RayGun
And no-one has been psyched by
you got to feel me
Cause I'm might make you fly
And if you G-slide slow
You better pick it up g-slide with me
Be shy do it
See shorty lookin' over from
You better pick it up
G-slide with me
Be shy do it
See shorty lookin' over from the side viewin'
I'm 'bout to hook him up
And show him how to do it
Hey Pretty Lady
How You Doin
I love your smile, The Way You move n'
Your messy hair it's so care free
How did your day go shorty, want you to tell
Amiri jeans off the Burberry just want to show some plays
With the yay's on see right through yeah these niggas fake
Niggas out here pump faking put
the bowl
the price won't 'make no difference
Rico this , like Rico That
I don't need dispensary
Ran up 20k, in my RAF Simmons ( damn )
Shorty she act freaky
like the goat (yeah)
I just woke up on your bitch, I pick 'em eeny, miny, moe (that's right)
I got chips with a lot of drip, comin' by the load (yeah)
me (wit' me)
I fuck her after my shows, send her to unc' and then she comin' with me
Don't even have to give her number to me
See all my niggas
Hey, say pimp,
This to everybody stretched out behind the wall,
Countin' days on their calendar,
Flippin' pages, month to month
Hey man, I don't
What's going on in this motherfucker?
See a lot of funny looks, made me think that something's wrong in this motherfucker
If I let the milli rock
a burger
Slipped and became the victim of his own murder hunger
He got put six feet under by a small shorty that was younger
And this type of street
so, I'ma get her 'fore the night's over (yeah)
Dj play my shit so I'm finna crank up off in the VIP zone (hey)
See the money go up and she dance
can set it free)
Oh
(Not gone lose you baby, not gone lose)
(Hey)
Not gone lose you baby
Not gone lose
(Hey)
Damn right you not gone see me cutting
your call
Enemies coming turn by turn
Hennessy make e touch my cup.
And make the girlies con love me
You know the vibe, Hey
You know the vibe Ho
I'm getting paid now
Ain't no competition in my lane now
When they kicked me down I never stayed down
I got hella shorties saying hey now
I'm sending
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