Lyrics:
niggas got some bitches that's just how we made boy
All our chicks be in and out that's what we call a day boy
On my Playboy shit no you can't do it like
niggas got some bitches that's just how we made boy
All our chicks be in and out that's what we call a day boy
On my Playboy shit no you can't do it like
use good pussy like it's lotion, yeah, uh
I shoot a nigga for promotion, yeah
Drop my album off the court and make 'em post it, yeah, uh
I told you
This it
Okafor let the story begin I went from Olsis down to Fgc
I told them that I came back from the overseas that was my state of mind most of them
ain't the real you fuck yo image
Shit if it ain't broke don't fix it
If it's mine I can tell by the strength
I can tell this chick lying through her nose
Go on let me slide inside, I love the way that you ride
Know you feeling the vibe, by the screw music I provide
I turn the tune up, two days before
Go on let me slide inside, I love the way that you ride
Know you feeling the vibe, by the screw music I provide
I turn the tune up, two days before
so?
And then I said if he did don't know what he told you that fo
Oh ohh oh ohhhh ohhhh (It's ya boy Kanye)
Let me call some call some girls
That I
***MICHEL'LE***
Keep my kids frost like they was born in east L.A.
Told yo' buy yo' weed by the ounce, twins lets bi-dounce
That shit they talkin' don't add
it slow
Taking you back to the times with the water guns
Running around
Ya that was a lot of fun
Sun on my back as I'm making this album
Me
Wasn’t having that
Farther was a mail man use to rock Them bucket hats
Told me if I wanna rap so bad you Better do it then booked a flight to Vegas that’s
doesn't matter how much your love costs I pay the price
And my friends told me that you're a slut I never gave a fuck
I hate it when you don't respond
It's
Check
Back home, fresh up off the road, back in Philadel
Stories told, heard they album sold, I can't really tell
Trapsoul, fresh up off the stove,
talking off
And getting egged on by A&Rs who, soon as your shit fallin' off, they walkin' off
And if you rappers diss us and ours just know that you dead
a hatchet
I've dressed in black for way too long now bitch, I'm a bandit
I don't like talking to you, you sound too petty
You still inspired by that wack shit
mom
Fluids flowing through your body got you burning warm
Go on let me slide inside I love the way that you ride
Know you feeling the vibe by the screw
by som si lahol, ospalý jak dement
Berem z backstage-u svoj Pereg a štartujeme auto
Ščipo za volantom, mi hovorí, že musíme skratkou
Skrz celý festival
And grandpa he'd play that fiddle all night long
Now the women folk they would work out in the kitchen
You could smell that food for miles and miles around
spilled my drink
In the White House with a mink
Running through that bitch like it's my house
All up in the hall like a mall
Told you motherfuckers, all
a station
Then it's no comment, no comment, no comment
They can keep me to the sunrise
From littering to gun crime
The code that I live by I die by
Man you
(Someone knock on the door) (Door opens)
I see you back for the trilogy
Omarion and your chick, yo' chick
Or her chick
Yeah do you remember when
I
Nipsey
How ironic that we were going right around 60
I pulled over to the shoulder to console her
Like we in some shit, Nip would want you to be a soldier
lookin' over, at me
She wanna turn up
I can tell by the look in her face
That she ain't happy with you, n****
And I can bet that I'm gon' get her
And I
crash da party what’s up
Guess who N dot trick what
You ain’t never seen a smooth bad chick
Mike jack moon walk on a raw exclusive
Call me Knight Rider,
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