Lyrics:
the park wit my 30
Been balling from 16 to 30
Got head in my vans tell her jerk me
Harder baby you won't hurt me Curved that thot she too flirty
I make it
riding up uptown (Woo)
One hand on the wheel, one hand on my dick
At the green light I'm speeding
Fourth wheel on, I'm weaving
I got red eyes and swag
JUDITH
Here! I've got an idea. Suppose you agree that he can't actually have
babies, not having a womb, which is nobody's fault, not even the Romans',
Should I hate street credibility I'm talkin' 'bout
Hatin' all money, power, respect in my will
Or hatin' the fact that none of that shit make me real?
Whose name he earned with his super sperm
We rock and we don't stop
Get off y'all, I'm here to give you whatcha got
To the beat that makes you freak
you grew up in the hood you got no option
If you ran into the hood then that's your problem
Hi mom I'm a blood now what you know bout it
On this side
Moonshine, gold watches, gold rings
All fake, no bling, don't hate, that's my thing
I've got new clothes, old clothes, vintage, tremendous, endless style
the Raiders
Second deal out with Adidas
Fergie done got him a sneaker
Make your bitch sing like Aretha
I fuck on your bitch when you eat her
You cuffing that
50
Man, I hustle like Nip in the Rolling 60s
I was born in the 70's, grew up in the 80's
Got the MAC-90, then I went crazy
Do the mathematics, y'all
Whose name he earned with his super sperm
We rock and we don't stop
Get off y'all, I'm here to give you whatcha got
To the beat that makes you freak
I love you like my son
They can say what they want but, nigga
You the one"
Every junkie know I got that shit
They lie all the time but they never quit
had
Logged in on Twitter just to
And I saw someone tweet 'bout
To roll up' dude, that's all you do?
And that's how that first line came
'cause I thought
up the jamma
(Rewind)
Cutie cutie, make sure you move your booty
Shake that thing like we in the city of sin, and
Hey shorty, I know you wanna
up the jamma
(Rewind)
Cutie cutie, make sure you move your booty
Shake that thing like we in the city of sin, and
Hey shorty, I know you wanna
am I all on the low
Put that girl in the past
I got my foot on the gas
Though you're not the only one on my mind
Girls be calling on my line
Stressing
that make the whole world sing
I write the songs of love and special things
I write the songs that make the young girls cry
I write the songs, I write
I say now
I say now, I say now, I say now ah. Now, there's something I got to do
There it is, there it is! I go all my life, and that's my wife
We
a rollie on so they call me Rollie Retch
Rolls Royce ridin' make them niggas
Hold they breath breathes
Throwin' money, you just showin' money
I got that ho,
meet me in the bathroom, hold up, better yet my bedroom
I call that my VIP, fuck a bad bitch get some head room
If I score her and her girlfriend, I
else instead
I barely passed all my tests, spent that whole summer in bed
4th of July fireworks solo in my apartment
I stayed up late every night
My new
girl that look like Fergie
Shaved kitties, I don't do 'em furry
Make a running money in a hurry, solo on these missions 'cause these niggas scurry
’m sturdy
I ain’t so early that I don’t
Know how to carve a turkey
Plus I’m clean, I can purchase a burnie
And put a couple black eyed
Peas up in his fergie
Yeah, uh-huh
I smoked a blunt for dinner
Another blunt for breakfast
2 Chainz, got 'em staring at my necklace
Let's make a sex tape and put it
Yeah, uh-huh
I smoked a blunt for dinner
another blunt for breakfast
2 Chainz, got 'em staring at my necklace
Let's make a sex tape and put it
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