Lyrics:
it do
She's a very freaky gurl, don't bring her to mama
First you get her name, then you get her number
Then you get some brain in the front seat
it do
She's a very freaky gurl, don't bring her to mama
First you get her name, then you get her number
Then you get some brain in the front seat
thing that, well, someone has been telling me
That only Pam can talk to her
Oh well, her loss
I have her Facebook link, the license plate
Make model year
wanna shop I'm Not buying her pink)
Bitch I'm lieutenant uh LT, GLE fast and it came with no key
Never been last you can't place me at three no and I
maybe Benjamin
Guess if that bitch bring her friends Ima' bring her in
Intials all on my chain like a letterman
I got this dope by the load told em'
gonna slow me down?
Look, it's over clown
I got the skippiest flows in town
Plus, them niggas can't fuck with my wordplay
I switch it back, DJ bring it
lady
I gave her this, I gave her that I throw the dick, she throw it back
I'm in the trap, let me hit your back She don't complain when I bring her
stick her
Nat The Cat, my man will rap when I'm playin the back
Some think my stage presence is low, I think it's loud
Enough to see me flowin
Happen?"
Brooklyn can start cappin, Uptown can start robbin
Bronx can tell the tale, and start back mobbin
Queens, gangsta lean with green
Word to Shaolin, I
I just got her ig like yesterday
And I told her she should come through cos there's happs today
Better bring hoes for my niggas digga n bk
I can turn
life can offer (Uh huh)
We had our laughter. We had our moments (Uh huh)
But now I'm broken. So let me get back
on the subject (Let me talk)
"Hey babe,
got musikas by the meter
Only knew joina cause thats the place I would meet her
Look at all these kids they cant afford to no see a teacher
My nigga is
want her, I just want the brain
She still trying to tame the kid, but I know that she can't
I'm livin' chillin' like a villain, baby, I just do my thing
back
My pinky 80 stacks
Cash I'm coppin'
Diamonds shining rocky ASAP
I told them I be pimpin' on them bitches
You can call me pimping ken
I fuck
got you
Bring me back
Bring me back
Bring me back
Yeah
God can you give me that?
Do me that (one favor)
Do me that (one favor)
Do me that (one favor
other night
Man, I fuckin' love this life
Put it down and these hoes say they love the pipe
No, I'm not the bring back to your mother type, no
Off
probably lookin' at you (at you)
I can phone Tre for the smokey I would never call her boo (her boo)
I got three names tryna pre-lowkey, I'm not any dude
back out get paid
Yeah
Go back out get paid
Bring the cash my way
Baby kumbayaye
Bring the cash my way
You can fucking get slain
Bring the cash my way
collapsed, but caught her balance on the banister. She was heaving.
“I… I can’t come to the door, Sally,” Ashley called out.
“Paul heard you screaming
Make sure I finish the job, kids I'm plottin a hurt
I'm huntin for a skirt, if she's beautiful, drug her
And if I'm mad ripped I got the louisville
the Tylenol then ate it with a dipstick
Made a couple of crank calls collect
"Ken Kaniff from Connecticut, can you accept?"
I wanna make songs on a fellas
got Münchhausen by proxy
I'm making you sick, don't pretend you can't hear me
You deaf, girl, I said you was foxy
I'll tell a bitch like Bizarre
bakin' soda, this home improvement
She bring the .9 by two
I fuck on that ho and came back on her (go)
It look like she went got a new BBL
Oh, now
chicken back home
Bring that chicken back home
Yea bring that chicken back
Home
Bring that chicken back home
Bring that chicken back home
I tell her
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