Lyrics:
a lot of shawty's out there sayin' that's not right
But she the jazziest and that's what I'ma take home tonight
A me say, I know a little girl by
muthafucka pulls out a deuce deuce
little did he know i had a loaded 12 gauge
one sucker dead, L.A. Times front page
(CHORUS)
coz the boys in the hood are
I'm 'bout to head back west
But I gotta get this off
My sunburned chest, I swear
I think this thing we got could go somewhere
Girl, I've never
Yo hickey got the keys, tat it on my chest so you can see
Girl you're fine to ride with me, slide on me
Bet I bought the wine and got the weed
That I
good, I'm good
Ayy, man, I see you with your little girl
She- she looks okay
Alright, y'all good, man, alright!
Ayy, your feature don't start
For another
a group of little girls nine through twelve
On the internet watchin' videos listenin' to songs by themselves
It doesn't really matter if they have parental
killin' these bitches)
Yeah, now imagine a group of little girls nine through twelve
On the internet watchin' videos listenin' to songs by themselves
And he'd say, "turn it left and steer it right,
Straighten up girl, you're doing just fine"
Just a little valley by the river where we'd ride
But I was high
And the youngest of the family is moving with authority.
Building castles by the sea, he dares the tardy tide to wash them all aside.
The cattle quietly grazing
Nobody on the road
Nobody on the beach
I feel it in the air
The summer's out of reach
Empty lake, empty streets
The sun goes down alone
I'm
like a song
Life is sort but by the grace of God
This night is long
Girls crowd into bathroom stalls
The boys smoke in their cars
The general, he's in
girl
You got it, girl, you got it, girl
I don't wanna play no games
Freaky, I can learn a lot from you, gotta come teach me
You a little hot, girl, you
be saying shit.
My poster on her dresser, STACE can do it better, I convinced her by the beach, that's that pier pressure.
Ha..
And here's another
the flu
Love me some Voltron shoutout my boy Lance
Hypnotize yo shit put you in a trance
Take yo girl back to my crib that's the plan
And I make her give
A tell me what's your name?
MC Mystikal
What's your alias?
I'm the Prince of the South
What's your thing?
I ain't playin' with your bitch ass
So boy
girl, my, my, my, my baby
Sandy, the fireworks are hailin' over Little Eden tonight
Forcin' a light into all those stony faces left stranded on this
Girl don't only go by what you see
I promise I'm going to give you what you need
Just give me another opportunity
These little bitches still be texting
underfoot and very little sign of rain. Well it certainly looks as though
we're in for a splendid afternoon's sport in this the 127th Upperclass
Twit
Hosted by Sonia and Monya, ooh
Mami, walkin' up the beach, so fly, so neat
It's me and Ginuwine, 23s on our feet
Say mami, you look good, mami, you're
Girl I want you to know that I got ya, nikki always by side but I’m getting tired of the vaporizer, sitting low getting high you happened to be where
pink
We all got a sick kind of way
When we think about boys and girls
You know, nothing hotter than a boy
Who can twirl then take out back
And treat me
Sweet boy i be your sugar ay
Girl you bad you looking like a diva ay
Turn a good boy into a sinner ay
I swear you turn me to a sinner ay
Girl you know We
There's a graveyard by the station
Where the girls wear nylon skirts and
Sandals ?
The boys ride their Riga 1's
Upon the little hill
Such
you were the greatest thing this boy had ever found
And girl it's hard to find nice things
On the poor side of town
I can't blame you for tryin'
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