Lyrics:
album bout you how that look girl
Della whats up with it
Why you getting so honest
It's cause the kids on his third album
And I swear he's still in
What if I told you that somewhere the perfect girl is real
She'll look after you, cherish you, and always love you (Cherish you)
And will never fail
it, homicide on anybody siding with it
I am Richard Pryor fire, lighter to a diaper, hot shit
I get excited by the shit that you liking
'Cause you
ain't nobody hotter
I told you that I'm back
And I'm goin' back for the whole enchilada, you got it
[Chorus]
[Intro]
Erri erri Bow Bow....
I'm
out
But what's right for me or strange to you
Shouldn't make a damn on what you do
'Cause whether or not you make it through,
I thought that you
You'll find another life to live
I know that you'll get over it
Wish I never ever ever told you things
I was only only tryna show you things
Iced out
Pull up to the scene in an all white bucket
Way too high and I'm way too blunted
(fuck it) fucked your bitch
Told that ho she could suck it
Even in
that you do
Because stupid is how everybody sounded
Nigga you think you know me, but only if you knew me
Homie, you would leave me by my lonely
I'm
smooth like chick-fil-A, yeah I told you I don't play,
yeah I told you I don't play,
Yeah I told you I don't play no,
shorty thinking that I'm out here
with her daughter swinging at the park
She said my latest album dope, told her baby don't start
I tried to give the world but you would rather play it
'Cause I'm a street genius
With a unique penis
Got fly chicks on my dick
That don't even speak English
I'm makin' ducks shed much tears
I buck queers i
you hard, but act soft when you see me? (How bro?)
'Cause you got that look in your eyes, better not look me in the eyes
I told you to finish first,
people be showing my signs for real
They fake that’s why I’m alone but lit
I got more stuff to do then just sit around
And fill up my phone with chicks
I
amazing
I'm scared you won't like it though
What you know 'bout that?
Like when you write your truth
Can't say it was typo, yo
I mix my gangster with
to her by a friend of mine
Ever since we met, shit it's been a vibe
Type of chick really could identify
Shit that we be going through and empathize
Fine
But you know Loon bein' all hard headed
And don't listen even if God said it
I didn't have to stick with folks that sniff no coke
I didn't
to find a new hustle, no more money in these streets
Old head told me "calm down Zah, you ain't like that
Told her yea I'm short, but I'm big where the pipe
I got duct tape and rope,
I'll leave you missin' like the fuckin' O'bannons.
One hand on my money, on hand on my buddy,
That's the A-K forty seven
like "wassup"
I told 'em: "follow me"
They knew I had it cracking, B
One said, "ain't you that boy that be on BET?"
"Yeah, that's me, Ching-a-ling
add
Ain't nothing you can tell me
I'm on them hills like I'm Jonathan Kelsy
Told her friends that she felt me
We mad love through the love hate lp
You
that type a chick
I told her if I did I wouldn't come at you like this
I'm too stuck in my grind to entertain what don't exist
She told me what you
much thicker than this without crossing the line
Didn't know that was yo chick, takin' this dick, you are not crossing her mind
Thinking unlimited,
you know you my little vibe, bih
You won't need your phone 'cause there's no one else invited
No, you ain't no side-chick, I need you by my side
black Dre track
Get a check for my city then i run it back
I told you on my last shit i need that 100racks
I need 100racks then i 100 more
Money booming
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