Lyrics:
she ride it like a horse on track lick it
Like a lollipop see me in my drop top yeah I’m ok
Yo you claim to be a gangster but you’re only a bitch Nigga
no effort make it rain on me on me. On me on me stroke it with no effort make it rain on me on me.
Oh girl, oh girl, you're driving me crazy in this
page ninety-five
Niggas so hard, it's a wonder they alive
But yo, we still survive through the danger that lurks
My eyes remain wide while you ask
Play on, play on playette
Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo
You're my kind of girl, no diggity
Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo
Hey
(Queen Pen)
Cause that
Johnson, you're wearing your dresses way too high.
It's reported you've been drinkin' and runnin' round with men and goin' wild.
And we don't believe you
my core
And I just want you more for sure
So don't play hard to get, cause you're so hard to get
Off my mind when my jaw hits the floor
Then I have
I can make a man forsake his country and flag
Make a girl sell her body for a five-dollar bag
Some think my adventure's a joy and a thrill
But
motel, Holiday Inn
Penthouse, top floor, Suite Presidential
Overlook the whole city, standing from my window
Real pink Rosé, pop 'em by the case load
Dreams in my mind, love and cupid
I love bacon, bacon is gooded
Shaking like Speed
Bacon shooting like a movie
I’m a to be, two ton, pile of meat
Bacon by
in my bedroom
Yo that is the plan
I'm kinda her fan
I hated the prequels from the start
Girl you know that I am nerdcore
JJ Abrams ruined star trek,
Baby, pull up on me tonight
Or maybe for life
I trust the clock ‘cause I know that time’ll decide
If you’re the one I keep by my side
And if you’re
Robert Johnson and viacom
Lines of firearms
Held by a million Saddams
Destroy and conquer
Wash niggazup
Genghis Khan
Fire eventually
Make its way
Flame
Robert Johnson and viacom
Lines of firearms
Held by a million Saddams
Destroy and conquer
Wash niggazup
Genghis Khan
Fire eventually
Make its way
Flame
jeans
Pull on a white V-neck with the horse and rider
Go back to the girl in my bed and sit beside her
Hey pretty girl I hate to wake you from your
a different meaning
I don't judge her even though she works a 9 to 5 by day and winding her hips in the evening
As long as her kids will be eating
Lana
my eyes
Instead I got the dilated pupils of a high
'Cause I'm pouring purple in my 7UP, the pouring type
My girl is Japanese, so she a real cute
I'd take a ride
And soon Miss Fanny Bright
Was seated by my side;
The horse was lean and lank
Misfortune seemed his lot,
We ran into a drifted bank
I rode seven horses all to death
I rode them till they had no breath
I wore five saddles to the trees
Non of those girls will marry me.
Those women
open sleigh
A day or two ago,
I thought I'd take a ride,
And soon Miss Fanny Bright
Was seated by my side;
The horse was lean and lank;
a fucking mess, clean it up, five AM, no one but the fiends is up
Feeling like I'm Muzan, this just woke my demons up
Healing with this King Palm
Peeked you
into living
Like yo Listen/
You gone find yo kids missing
My 4.5 glock 9/
10,11, 12
Is what they gone be tongue kissing/
Desert eagle awwwww
Shut
mother Womb outta yuh mothers womb girl
So let me powder you with my love
Nah Worry bout Johnson me got you comfort
Skin smooth notice girl you nah Have
drive me wild
Step by step, oh, baby, you're always on my mind
Step by step, oh, girl, I really think it's just a matter of time
Step by step, oh,
breath, by the time I flip to the next flow
This sho' is real, this is the deal, guns I'm runnin
Gotta make it out of town to flip my {shit} and keep it
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