Lyrics:
in Philly, Penn
It's silly when girls sell their souls because it's in
Look at where you be in, hair weaves like Europeans
Fake nails done by
"Hello, I'm on the radio with T-Pain"
How's it goin'? Yeah
"It ain't goin' good
My girl ain't doin' the things she used to do at all"
I got just what
Pretty in the face need your space
When you walking by you set it off
Just by doing nothing girl you do it all
I feel like its destined to have you around
"Hello, I'm on the radio with T-Pain"
How's it goin'? Yeah
"It ain't goin' good
My girl ain't doin' the things she used to do at all"
I got just what
a bombshell
Blonde hair, bob hair, she a bomb still
I want one, I want two, I want all dem
Big tool big spoon but I fork dem
Fucking like a Playboy Bunny (get
tryna bust it for the dollars?
Who tryna freak, bring their home-girl and run it?
She my spicy lil' mama (ooh-yeah), she let me bust her piñata
looks so hearty, feeling fine
She loves to smoke, sometime shifting' coke
She'll be laughing' when there ain't no joke
A pimper's paradise: that's all
thing I know you were in my
T-shirt right there
Your hair messed up like a Guns-N-Roses video
Ooh ooh so hot
Still got it up in my head, you were
thing I know you were in my
T-shirt right there
Your hair messed up like a Guns N' Roses video
Ooh ooh so hot
Still got it up in my head, you were
Yeah, haha, woo, shit
Mm (aight), whoa-oh oh
Yeah, yeah
Guess what? I ain't come in yet
I'm comin' in a minute
Ayo, this is my love song, it
Yeah, haha, woo, shit
Mm (aight), whoa-oh oh
Yeah, yeah
Guess what? I ain't come in yet
I'm comin' in a minute
Ayo, this is my love song, it
ooh, ya better cum
Bet I run this shit
I don't run from shit
I'll still beat your ass
Like a fucking drumstick
Weezy Fucking baby, baby
Make
look grown
Those niggaz there and these niggaz here
It really don't matta cause they all just clones
Go to school, read a book, be a lawyer
Hell yeah man
dotti,
She like to party,
Everybody in the damn place, Wilding,
She wilding, Go molly,
She naughty, She a batty,
Smoking on that Bobby Bob Marley,
higher, where is me iya? she sends me fire, where is me lighter, look at me ice-uh,
Step up your neckpiece, I like your wife-uh, I pack a rifle, I love me
know it's time to rise
(Hoo-ooh-ooh)
(Hoo-ooh-ooh)
Look, yo (hoo ohh ooh)
She told me, "French, your life's a movie, come and watch it babe"
But
a fit, anytime she walks by.
This woman would be dangerous, if she had a mind.
When Blondie tells you what you want to hear, don't waste your time.
She grew up with the children of the stars
In the Hollywood hills and the boulevard
Her parents threw big parties, everyone was there
They hung
She grew up with the children of the stars
In the Hollywood hills and the boulevard
Her parents threw big parties, everyone was there
They hung
Pretty as fuck and you bitches is not
Like fairly you bitches is odd
Like look at your hair like look at that fuck ass bob
Bitch a mess such a slob
bitch with hеr new Benz
She look at me I weak her well
You know we steady
So really I'm good, my soul I won't sell
I really don't do this rap talk shit
real flavors
I can get her waist snatched
I got real paper
She ain't playin' with a bag
That's a dealbreaker
(That's a dealbreaker)
Ooh, she pretty with
yourself, and you're set
I'm on the right track, baby
I was born this way flip hair
Ooh, there ain't no other way
Baby, I was born this way!
Baby, I was born
When I feed her cum,
Cause she suck the cactus. (Yeah)
I don’t waste time on Tinder,
Got these pretty bitches
Wanna live (Ooh) on my mattress. (Yeah)
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