Lyrics:
Adele (Ooh)
No stylist, since a kid been gettin' dressed by myself (yeah)
Before she sucked me off, she asked me where I got my belt
We in your city,
Like and I'll show you
How to turn a four door into a coupe
Gettin' all mad at me cause
Your girl gettin' loose
Yeah, it ain't no hype, I live that life
I say
Gettin to the money that's all we know
Middle of the drought tryin to move that snow
Get that flip that stack that dough
Side hit that bitch
know how they still gettin' by
Flex on these hoes, they like, who am I
Hop on that D and she ride it
Bad ass bitch do it just like she cyclin
Bitch, I
shine you shine shine
If I shine you shine shine
Everybody we 'gon party like rock stars
Then we ball till we fall like all stars
It's OK we can stay
her I can't chill with you
This a four door, I never coupe
I'm gettin' orders runnin' through
I graduated gave back the suit
She on me, I gave her
a bunch of boys trying to catch the eyes
Of all the pretty girls that are walking by
And those red neck margaritas are two for one at that old marina,
bitch ain't nothin' but a freak ho (damn)
When she seen me she fell out like she had a heat stroke, got back up, gave me deepthroat
Nigga, why you
John Doe
Gettin money bands up is all that I know
New bitch, new whip Ima rock those
Double flip off a brick like the copo
Buckle up off a bitch, she
Shot a russian K, she gettin finger fucked today
Now we getting to them racks we fuckin bitches over age
(Now we getting to them racks we fuckin bitches
get clean time
Concentrate on gettin' green time
And as the years go by, they forgot
About the small time soldier from the block, huh
To kill
get clean time
Concentrate on gettin' green time
And as the years go by, they forgot
About the small time soldier from the block, huh
To kill
(I did)
You know you gettin' money when your
Car came with a sofa
Ain't gotta run no gang, that
Bitch know me, boy, she goin'
(She goin') ain't gotta
Ain't nothin' like a milf, as she age gettin' hotter
Get her to open up, show you every trick life taught her
No unnecessary BS, good convo and got
How come a nigga ain't enter his prime?
Still gettin' better after all this time
These niggas say that they killers, they lyin'
Only thing I see
I gotta go)
Lowkey nigga, I stay in the trenches
Surrounded by killas, the time that I'm on (Time that I'm on)
Say you my brotha, you rock when I roll
I'm in that pussy, I eat it
I said I'm done, she not finished
That pussy was cryin', I listened
I'm on your body, I mean it yes
I'm on that body, I need
And have you shittin' socks, bitch (bitch)
P Rock shit, leave your fuckin' knot split
Grab the green from Al by showin' him hot grits (hot grits, no one)
a hoe, man[01:48.78]She wanna get faded but I do no dope, man[01:50.56]Gettin' this bread like I roll the dough, man[01:52.50]I rock a jitt like my
Mamacita, nice to meet you
Love your skin tone and I love your features
I'm thinkin' she the type for me
Got a pair of pumps but, can rock some sneakers
I
Life a race already been a thousand miles
Shorty bad but I know she fuck around
And we smokin loud by the fuckin pound
Wanna rock the stage screamin
as a motherfucker, why I'm rich
By a bag brother get a nigga high I'm lit
I'm bad, hit you in your eye and your bitch
Hit you when you're hidin', now you it, now
fucked a bad hoe then she Put me on da spot
I ain't really tryna cuff
I just came for the wap
You just came for the cash
Like a rock in a pop
You aint
my penis, shoot my
Semen, still I'm comin', miles a runnin'
I was learnin' gettin' knowledge
Head is throbbin', she's a goblin
We be mobbin' over
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