Lyrics:
to jail accused of being a peeping tom
Dammit man, I'm saying
Any man would try to find out if his girl
Was doing, doing him wrong
That's all I was doing
that (nah, nah)
Girl, come here with your fine ass (come here)
You first place in the contest (yeah)
Kissin' on your neck while we undress (uh, uh)
war we clapping
When the cops come yall niggas is ratting
Running your mouth and telling everybody what happened
I’m though with yall niggas
I’m out
with
The tightest clothes your flow hot? No
It's not nigga wipe your nose
You trying to blow a hand
Me down bars recycle flows
Woah, your girl could blow
like there's no laces
But I'm not your cow
So I don't walk around with my tongue out
Got a little dough
So I can't walk around with my gun out
So I keep
don't matter who's hot, who's out
Bad Boy is Back For Good Now
[Loon]
Hey yo, I'm fresh off the plane
Trying to get a little bit of stress off my
Surrounded by that all water boy
I'm still not your peer
You wanna talk we can do it up
Like an addict
Pull up on your spot
cnd shoot it up
Pretty boy
keep it real with my hustler hoes
I got a, pump or two, who gon' boost them clothes
I gotta get mine, girl you gotta get yours
(I gotta get mine,
Plus I climb, word is bond
Your album couldn't fuck with one line (couldn't fuck with one line, boy) (uh-uh)
It's been three years since you last hear
Plus I climb, word is bond
Your album couldn't fuck with one line (couldn't fuck with one line, boy) (uh-uh)
It's been three years since you last hear
crazy, baby
Don't forget that boy told you
Get that dirt off your shoulder
I probably owe it to y'all
Probably be locked by the force
Tryin' to hustle
a wormmmmmmmmmmmm!
Thing-fish:
Boy obviously got hisseff a provlum! would y'all like to use my nakkin' one mo' time?
Harry:
Oh, yes! yes! give me...your...how do you
side (ooh)
Go now boy, get your vest, protect yo' neck, kill for fun
Watch how they run and scatter when I go and pull out my gun (gun)
Call me
block and take your girl
Yeah, you fallin' under pressure, that's why y'all boys just be scared
Man, I pull up in your city, shot that Glock like I'm this
Take her out to Paris, France
I don't care about your plans
Starry night, yeah, we could slow dance
Evening in the city of romance
Girl when I'm with
Right now before I click click
What's this told you to stop playing with me boy
Hurry up girl let's go
You bring me trouble
She's falling to the floor
He
no stout
So get dress by nine tell your boyfriend I'm taking you out
Yuh run things so him cya put you out
Ah just the money and you girl alone weh mi
feel I oughta say
That ain’t right, Jack
No, you’re keeping her back and
Boy, I can see she just wanna
I will dance with your girl if you ain’t gonna
One Grey Goose and pack up with ten man
I don't really roll out but if I do we go all-out
Drink all night so we can ball out
Fall in line, nah, we
The album, we did it
But they just won't admit it, man
I'm out of, my pocket
My graces, I lost 'em
We starting up a saga and you couldn't pay to stop it boy
the streets, get shot by police, I'm tellin' a dead man's story (ooh)
So much trouble out there, the way that they playin' not fair (fair, yeah)
We're doin'
eye gable came with higher stakes
You probably wanna get out
Never in the sunken place this ant get out
If she’s moving boujee all entitled tell her get
gutter, ghetto girls fall in love with me
"You know him well" "by the name of Jigga"
I'm so gangsta prissy chicks don't wanna fuck with me
"You can love me
chicks don't wanna fuck with me
Iceberg, Slim baby ride rims
I'm so gutter, ghetto girls fall in love with me
You know him well by the name of Jigga
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