Lyrics:
(yuh)
I put the plug on three way (plug)
Maserati go speed race (yeah)
Drop a baby on a bitch face (woah)
More ice flexin' this way (ice)
We put
was his baby momma
Oh nanana oh nanana
Baby please don't waste my time
I can't give it up
I been on a mission
To pull up in a bentley truck
Pussy water
been about all my art, I'm not by far by a long shot
I'm sorry, baby girl.
I put that dick up in the wrong spot
High school girl wanna fuck in the car do
How you doing baby girl, it seems like me and you got something in common
I dont know if its me or if its you but uh
I think we got something going
unstainable
I chew rocks
Slipe wit type digital soup deflect bullets
Black hooded surrounded by forty acres of wooded
Land, like my cousin dusty dirty
rock, I'm stopped by a ghetto cop
A young girl get pregnant, cause she was brought ghetto hot
I roll with the ghetto game, I'm kickin the ghetto slang
to dip out
Look for me, cruising down the 95
Doing 95 while I ride, with Mary Jane by my side
But I named her Bonnie so I guess that makes me Clyde huh
ain't got enough
Jay rock should of never got me started now it's win win win win
Like fuck everything else just win win win win
Im Chillin with the squad
stay put
Yo hair down mixed with them leggings that was yo best look
Had a thunder fit I chose to rock it like I'm Westbrook
I was casted out but I'm
My lyrics up lifting with words steady dropping
She all in my pockets got to take my girl shopping
I Bentley'ed my whip and told her to hop in
Yeah,
Yah Yah
Yah yah yah
I got a dream
See a red I8 boo and it gat no keys ooo
Pull up at the crib by 2 by 5 better know that my crew there too ooo
Take
cot
Come out them colossal rocks back to your fossil watch
My life is foul sometimes I wish I could write this down
To keep your wife from screaming
your name can I holla at you
A lil pretty brown thang thick hips
No make up Vaseline on her lips
A couple rocks got her shining slight drip (Wife
first 8-Ball at 120
Broke it drown and flipped it for 3
Did it a couple times, flipped OZs
From there, I was on my way keys
Got saved by the rap game
attack (your heart)
I rock a fit like I started that
'93 baby like starter hat
Boy you ain't real that's a starter pack (pack)
You niggas nothin but pussy
they hoes, "Nas did this"
Pointin' to they scars like, "right here, baby, really Nas did this"
Like a badge of honor, not braggin' I'm just honest
War
every line
So baby, if you give it to me, I'ma give it to you
Break Your Neck and press rewind, I'm
Really missing them Nate Dogg hooks (yeah)
Really
That you boogie to the sounds of the drums
Stimulated by the sound of my voice, yea ya ready to cum
dumb-do-dumb, and all that crap
Bring on any rhyme
unstainable
I chew rocks
Slipe wit type digital soup deflect bullets
Black hooded surrounded by forty acres of wooded
Land, like my cousin dusty dirty
Started paying the rent by slangin'
Phat ass coca rocks
Now shes 23 her four kids all alone
And loc'ed out
And plus shes all smoked out, the base face
You
(come on, come on, come on)
Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from
In New York (ayy, ah-ha) (uh, yeah)
Concrete jungle (yeah) where dreams
spilled it on my shirt
Baby come and get it off me
Fantasizing about the one that God might send me
He has the final say when my life Is on empty
I don't
I'm in the grave yard, with my old self
I'm way too fly to be all by myself
That's mine, that's, my rib
I'm fine, as long as you here
I'm in
and forth 'bout who hurt who first
You ain't got 'em questioning, go baby, it's yours
How I'm under thirty and made thirty, thirty times?
How you do my
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