Lyrics:
shit
Pray to God they knock you out your shoes type shit (type shit)
Pop it, pop it, right up out the blue, type shit
Put the Double O in a mood
can join the mile high club
This ain't what you need, baby, this is what you want
I need you to pay attention
Now you're all mine, I forgot
connections, I feel sickly (Sickly)
Get up, right now
Cuz' I want you, right now
I can't figure it out
And I don't want to
I'll just sit here
And miss you
'cause you told me "Stay underground forever"
Fuck you, I want a Caddy with some dice in the mirror
Catch any DJ puttin' six joints of mine on a mix
Dark
And when it kicks in you can hardly talk
And by the sixth gin you're gon' probably crawl
And you'll be sick then and you'll probably barf
And my
Dark
And when it kicks in you can hardly talk
And by the sixth gin you're gon' probably crawl
And you'll be sick then and you'll probably barf
And my
, honey, how did you know me?"
She said, "Spoonie gee, you're all the same
And everybody who disco know your name"
I said, "come on baby, it's not too far
and classified
I grab a hold of a mic and let the words glide
It's all hypnotic and sanctified
I never want to let a bad day slip by
Now, we be getting
I still feel that I can't get nothing I want
When it comes to love
That ain't no love
Can't mix that up with lust
Don't mix that up with trust
Don't
your room? What?! I can't hear ya' Coy! Quit revvin' it up, son! Turn it off! Listen I just want you to know one thing. You have embarrassed us all,
they be robbin'
As long as Big Boi's still livin', never standin' by my lonesome
Step up n****, if you want some
[Chorus: x2]
Ain't no thang but
but to my they straight
Now I'm straight are you straight? I'm straight as long as I got beer
I thought about it jack, and now I'm out of here
The best version of myself ain't have to worry bout shit
Now I'm seeing it for what it is stay outta the mix
If you round the wrong crowd you gon be dead
All
so it's only right that I clown a bit
Gnarly trip get a grip take your time
Rolling face, might tell you I love you but I lied
She just hit my phone
Your son was DUI, but my momma made it by
I didn't shed no tears when you left me
But the rest of the family cried
Trials and tribulations, ruined my
skill level at maximum
Dem pussy-clat bwoy nah want to see me
[defari]
You was stone cold lyin by the full wack rhyme writin
If i had some gasoline
Murder!! Murder!! first degree
How you gon do me like that? Like that
How you gon do me like that? Like that
After all that we been through and the things we
the family and even my aunty
If I mix it right you get the two for one a double whammy
I done hit the boy and girl so much they want a different family
She
chaser, that's what we tell the waiter
You goddamn right, I'm a muthafuckin player
So tell me how you want it
You riding? Get up on it
I ain't fucking with
and just thrown out
Of your house by an angry
Spousе that caught you cheating
Got you feeding all on the bus
Get on thе bus and try to get puss
It’s not me,
in
Rick owens boots
Mix with Prada she want Balenciaga
I told my bitch I'm proud of ha the way she get it poppin
Cause you a pretty bitch
You a bad
leads back to you
Uh, I got that shit in my system, somebody gon' be my victim
Eh, so where you at with it? 'Cause I can't do it by myself, I need
her, she had her, they had her
I don't want you no mo'
I had her, you had her, we had her
He had her, she had her, they had her
(Oh, it seems that
it right now
3. Find yourself as the only white person in the room
I know it might be uncomfortable
But it's for the best
4. Understand that you do not
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