Lyrics:
blingin'
You lucky if I even like yo picture
I told that bitch give me some act
I don't want no liquor
Lil bitch get out my face
Busted in her mouth I
Who could look at your soul, just by looking at you
I heard she got these niggas falling at her feet
She knows that no one with her golden crown
the chips
Because I don't like it when you shy
Then if you get busted go on out and get some
I'm gonna be here by and by
Pass them cards for me to shuffle
I do they don't take my advice
If you don't got skills don't play with a knife they doing you wrong and not making it right
Stay humble but don't let
And that's why she chose and that's why you losing, my nigga you garbage
Not to be harsh but fuck it, your bitches look parched and busted
And I bet that you
And Then... sssSSS
I ejaculate
I Busted a Nut too fast
She said, "Put it in my ass!"
Woah Girl, goin' a little too fast
Up n down on my shaft
If ya don't hold
know what I'm saying
Give you a lil something to ride to
We gone go head get in tune with the callers
Caller number 7
Mike Vercetti Was hannin
You ain't
Where does it come from?
When everything was outside
Busted and blue
How in the universe
Through the lithium
Busted and blue
I was asked by
addy but we can still take it slow
And keep the feeling real light
Or we can do a lil moooo
That's if the feeling is right baby whatever you like
I stay
busted.
I really want to care,
I want to feel somethin'
Let me dig a little deeper
Naw
Sorry
Nothin'
You can say you've got issues.
You can say you
of the bitches that dubbed me back then acting different
You ain't want me before
But now that I gotta lil bread they acting like they miss me
I know what you want
nigga
Mr. Gulam Kadir and all the bossy niggas
Some niggas smoke smoke, some niggas drink drinks
Walk to the block at 4 o'clock, mahn you don't think
I
these days?
My give a damn's busted.
[Chorus]
It's a desperate situation,
No tellin' what you'll do.
If I don't forgive you,
You say your life
is Elephant Man and Rihanna
Can I hear you say, "Turn it up"
Mr. DJ, Mr. DJ, Mr. DJ, Mr. DJ
Turn it up Mr. DJ, Mr. DJ, Mr. DJ, Mr. DJ (come on)
Can
If you step to the right, I step to the left
I'm too hard, to tell you that you're def
If you step to the right, I step to the left
I'm too
If we beefing lil nigga, it's that
You ain't going to backdoor shit
I know where you be and I know how you live
Go get this lil baby a bib, he
I got devil on my mind and my heart is kinda cruel
If you pull up to our party all you can see is fumes
And some body on some body don't worry baby
the background
Cause if music and money is the motive then you're so gimmick
Who's to tell me I can't have a trillion dollar grilled cheese sandwich?
Boy stop
I'm smokin' my cigs by the pack
I got me a lot on my neck
Enemies down in my plate
Money in place
If you wanna talk put a bag to my face
We gettin'
But God in all his wisdom
Busted through a maiden head
The apostles visit now and then
But I can't get their hands uncurled
By the spikes hammered
Amputee by Photoshop I am the idle poor
Follow the money, follow the money
Who made you
Who mixed up the parts
Busted alarm clock
For a broken heart
I
Oooo
Oooo
Oooo
It's been a day
Worries away
I see your face when I blink
I think I like you okay
By the way
What is it about your smile that makes
fucked me up royally
It dusted
Wavering
Hope
God knows
I kept it
But if all the same
You don't know my perspective
So please don't tell me who
The fuck I
a hour
I got muscle that's power
You ain't selling dope if you dont cook yo own powder
Cany be a middle man cause I need more benjie
Roll that bitch right
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