Lyrics:
Two more thrown in jail, who picks the toll up
Tell her to beware if she's gonna stand there
Eyes bugged out and hands in the air
'Cause there
Come and show me that you miss me
Lover girl
Goin crazy right now
Keep on thinkin that we shoulda had baby by now
Know you gotta hit me up when you
Lets go, Remix
Got yo Bitch all in my sheets bitch
Stop playin wit a nigga, she a freak bitch
She been laying up wit me for a week bitch
Roll up a gar,
gon' make me bigger
I got a signature style I know that they wanna remix
Froze at the sight of a lyrical genius
Really I be high
Oh so fried
Stoned like
Red blade with the wind, rain
Ima sensei by the pen way
Ima kick it, not Lui Kang
Like a centaur, with a feng shui
With low top and a flute playing
Red blade with the wind, rain
Ima sensei by the pen way
Ima kick it, not Lui Kang
Like a centaur, with a feng shui
With low top and a flute playing
to everybody
And I mean it uhh
Baby baby baby
I might put Alicia keys on the remix
Shit getting hot hot phoenix
I'm talking KD with the defense yeah
I'm talking
This is the remix
Two versions like double helix
Pretty before Khi
That is my prefix
New York
I'm literally just a pretty princess
Josh and Tremo in
I take your bitch ass by your collarbone
If your bitch bad, bet I'm on her and I'm hitting it
Why yo child at home
I can get you kidnapped , but I
looking so nice.
Gotta a bad bitch yeah by my side.
If I go rollin it up in a swisher
You know how we did it's just for my Uncle
I gotta get it, smokin that
might see you later boo
Pull in that spaceship
Top in a convertible
Ino fucking vation
Yeah that bitty bad like Michael
So I had to beat it
I'm
by my ties
I aint the one numero uno pockets on sumo pushing a two doe
Riding with something that keep it a hunndo
I dont know what they on but long
the boogie
I be loyal to my peeps
Like budha stud doogie
Never very bad news
Payin' crazy dues
I'm blowin' out crews
And tamin' mad shrews
Like Bill
the boy is platinum
It all happens so fast
They all imagine I crash
But I did straight through I'm bad
Like Michael was see what the cycle does
360
counting all these bucks up
Serving all of these niggas like a potluck
Two bad bitches and I'm Malcolm in the Middle
Slapping on they ass, tidal wave when it
round this place
The temptation is too much for me to take
When they found him, he was still
Stone cold on St. Michael's hill
He scored bad gear in
in The Bay
Cutthroat so you know we don't play
Blowin' up Michael no bay
Michael Myers with the blade
Rock it like Motörhead ace of the spades, Zay
know Michael and George
At the rifle store
And Joselito, by the Home Depot
He gon tell his people put
Needles in your peehole (Gracias)
Your rapping is
to paint these movies fooling in my dreams
Another masterpiece, I'm Picasso baby
Scorsese, Basquiat, Bay action crazy
Jordan or Michael Jack, more than
Yeah
Major distribution
I'm trying to get rich like Michael Rubin
This chain on my neck is not a Cuban
Don't judge me lil' baby, I am human
I got
passed down through a hug city
Slug city, No love city, fuck city
Bad bitches with a buck city
Every ounce of Gold dug city
Yeast and alcohol sold by
you keep it 100, 100, 100 when you're round me
Girl, when you come around me
Time to keep it 100, I'm a boss chick but he run it
No Michael Kors just
chatter, lynchers jabbed him for jabber
Slaves were whipped like batter by self-proclaimed masters
Bad days for us got badder, stay woke, Black Lives Matter
2 Fly for that
Yeah, I stole her heart just like a bandit
Girl, I'm a savage, but I'm romantic
She taste sweet just like candy
Shawty bad, from
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