Lyrics:
fail you, when I know where you
Live, I'mma send my kid to take care of you
I'll bring it to my man if he try to spare you
I'd tie something up if I
doors, go up (skrrt)
They ain't wanna see me blow up (what)
Huh, from the Mazi' to the Bentley trucks (Bentley trucks)
Off-White with the Gucci, I might
got to Philly, rode on the bus
Greyhound man I heard I had to lay it down
Nigga, in the back cupped up
Up in a fuckin seat
But I knew if I got to Meek
I
a stripper
I'm in love again on them drugs again
Same club, same spot, same girls again
Girls comin? in and were poopin? them bottles
By 12 o'clock we be
vocals)
Ed Mann (percussion)
Arthur Barrow (bass, vocals)
Vinnie Colaiuta (drums)
Bamboozled by love,
Oh lord, the shit done hit the fan
Bamboozled by love
You just wanna get lit pipped up
Dirty cup babygirl party all the time
I'm just tryna run my benjis up
Cop a new Bentley truck
I stay on my grind
shit
Man I'm a thug till' I'm old on some toothless shit
(Chorus)
See the expression on they face when we step in the place
God damn playa I love being
ed, tell a story of the streets
[big ed]
My nigga jay got his ass snatched, why wasn't he strapped
Kidnapped by four niggas dressed in black
Ahh dats
the last of a dying breed like 'Pac said
I got bread, got something that'll cock it
My ambitions as a rider by Slip-n-Slide, uh
All them killers down south
anymore, I get fake love on a daily
Ak by my side, and I ain't talking bout the gun
Niggas tried to slow me down, but I've been on a run
How many times I
know I'm tryna save her
Man, them niggas tried to play me
Man, 'til I got this paper
You're nobody 'til somebody kills you
"Blast for me" the last
'm tryna save her
Man, them niggas tried to play me
Man, 'til I got this paper
You're nobody 'til somebody kills you
"Blast for me" the last words from my
of the city
I was the man in the Ac
So picture me rollin' in Bentley's
Get Me
Tell me what you need
Tell me what you want
Tell me what please
Tell me what you
ride a dick too, make me cum fast
I like them modeling bitches, I love them swallowing bitches
Where them hoes headed at? I'm 'bout to follow them
A month ago, I gave a chick a hundred stacks
Straight to Neiman Marcus, young bitch had a heart attack
Aww man, I love my bitches
Bottles, Beamers,
My teachers was hating
When i up'ed that roll
In school i was famous
They knew all my songs
Shit i was the man
I got what i want
My mom knew the dean
to my kidney (turn up )
Love the boujee shit , got the feel I know it fit me
Man I been up in the booth but now I’m headed to the west side
Feelin like
choppa gon' buss I ain't tuck it
I won't miss if I do then you lucky
I might act up I'm geeked out in public
She gon' beg for the dick cause she love it,
y'all all gon
Say my raps is hot
And clearly I showed y'all how to
Take away half the dots Your
Man Mickey keep running his mouth like
I won't grab
with a new chick that I barely know
Gettin' to know by two mans
Oh WOAH
I'm gettin' money like every day Don't know my private life anyway
I need that
Siz-urp, and poppin' pills)
That's what we supposed to be doin' out here, man
Pop a pill, pour the drink, put me in it (put me in it)
I ain't been this
I'm sorry, I knew you wouldn't pick up
3:30 AM in the morning, still up
Thinking 'bout all of the losses and stuff I've suffered this month
Man I
I want a Bentley
Not a motha fucking fiat fiat
I can buy whatever now
I can dress in whatever style
Hit with a lil more pharma
Trying to stretch it
a Bentley outside if you're ready to go
I wanna do somethin' wicked to you, right now
I wanna do somethin' wicked to you
I wanna do somethin' wicked to you
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