Lyrics:
Go for the money I gotta, Nike my drip I don't needa wear Prada
Fuck on her momma for commas I stay in the heat I don't sit in no sauna
This JP Da
with Instagram models
Stayin' at the Drury Inn
I know she don't drink, she said that she drink, I let her just sip what she can
I say "Lil' Ben, you
done told her, "Don't you wear no black
Go to Saint Louis: you can win him back"
If she get to Cairo, make Saint Louis by herself
Get to Cairo, find
Let's go to the back so we can make a hit (It's on the spot huh)
All a nigga ask is can you shake it shit (Yeah yeah)
Shawty got an ass won't you shake
ashamed to look at anyone I meet
Ooh, and there she was standing
Leaning up against a lamp post
(Well, tell it, tell it)
I saw her standing
grew up with
Nah this ain't about to be serious
Feel like I'm Moses when parting her periods
Pour in milk first when I'm eating my cereal
Don't talk
in perfect harmony
And while she looks so sad in photographs
I absolutely love her
And teach the world to snuff
The fires and the liars when she smiles
hittin' up the green
Sweet as pie when she keen, you don't wanna see her mean
My best friend can get messy and keep it looking clean
Imma hype her up, wanna
don't call her a bitch
Lil mama keep hittin' my line and I know if I dub her she throwin a fit
But baby i'm home I'm takin you to the designer store throw
don't we go up and fuck
Im Solo
running this shit if you don't know
I'll be Counting up racks up by the boatload
Im Rounding up backs like a polo
Manolo
got no time I was born to shine to the top I climb
Look at em look at me oh my
This bit thick On GOD
She want me cream her pie I said oh wow
Baby you
on the leather, and rub the wood
See we got boppers in Texas oh man that pussy look good
So I let them hoes ride and I show them a grip
But she blinded by
of love, no lie
Appreciate you more, as time goes by
When it's truly true, it don't die
I see you in L.A., I see you in NY
I see you in the A, I see you
Lovely lady girl you drive me crazy
[Kool Keith]
I know this girl with her own crib in isolation
She's from Puerto Rico half black
a mistake
Friends call me like ,where you been
You don't go out, she got you pinned
Have you gone off the same deep end
That caught you up
Now its a trend
the digits got me running all around, Ah yeah
We gon' keep it moving til' the sun goes down, Ah yeah
Tell me what you want baby go and look around
Yeah go
like I’m rajon rondo,
Bring my money I’m needing it pronto,
I’m smokin' that gas out the fonto,
Idk I think her name Leslie,
She gon let me fuck cuz
could he go, he was part lion
Life goes on, tears all dryed in
Couple years are gon' by, bye then
Can you please tell me help me find my friend
I'll
the code
It is what it is, now she hanging off the pole
My kids on her nose wipe it off it gotta go
Don't keep a lot of money on me cuz these racks'll never
I let my baby go for you
I don't know what made me go for you
I don't give a fuck bout what she do
All of my bitches hated you
She can't read my palm
paper I count bitch watch how I thumb it
Weed real loud u hear when it's burning
Nigga I ain't lying I don't do no fronting
She suck me so good I got her
What you know about getting in the deep end
Swimming in her ocean I ain't even getting sea sick
Call me by my name and she don't even have a reason
Out here freestyle
Let's go
Let's get it
Yeah
Hmmmmmmm
She don't even love me like she told me she did like once, no
(Aye)
She don't even love me
done nothing wrong
so why've I been here so long...
Unplayed pianos are often by a window
in a room where nobody loud goes
she sits alone with her
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