Lyrics:
of them
A couple girls in line for the restroom
They do they thing then bless the room
It's party time, excellent
Me and my squad like the best of friend
plotting on me since the moment I walked in the club
And you probably got a man at home
And you know I got a girl by the way she blowing my phone up
But
are you coming home with me
Why you trying to be the good girl now
Be who you supposed to be
And yeah I might be a little drunk but I still need you
miss)
This girl was kind of liking my ways
I could tell it by the smile on her face
Pardon me miss fruit-shake, with your cute face
Just bring a few mates
you just killed a little girl
(You?ve got to open up your eyes)
You?ve got to understand what you?re doing isn?t right
You?ve got to understand, that
Why you mad, huh
Why you mad, huh
Why you mad, why you mad, huh
Why you mad, yeah
Bitch, why you mad
I'm that young nigga really tryna run up a bad
ain't true
Why would I give up on a game I feel I can't lose
I do the most because there's nothin' that I can't do
I'm fuckin' hoes and stealin' souls
a little somethin' called the streets, taught me how to be a man
Hear them dudes rappin' 'bout it, but really they don't understand
Understand?
Girls
on ya
When you putting scratches on my back is the only time I'll lie on ya
Girl you know what I came to do, can't be acting all shy on it
Shawty imma put
little Sammy Sosa
Bubble gum cards, and all of the posters
Y'all know how I roast ya when it's time to compete
On the field, on the court, over any hot
decided to sleep by the do'
Open my mind, try to slip inside my grandpa's fo'
Driftin' off into another stage of life
*** paid you price and big homies
He bout to tell y;all some things.
To all the girls out there
I'm looking like for a Cinderella.
Yeah.
New no limit.
Can I ball.
Yeah yeah.
Talk
Rub me up in a rub a dub style
I ain't met a girl in a little while
Why do I always end up
In a place like this?
Tucked up in the wrong end
"Why is she so small?"
"Monty, make it stop"
Mister Roberts choked on a yoghurt
Mister Beezles mauled by weasels
If you're after buckets of gore
"Why is she so small?"
"Monty, make it stop"
Mister Roberts choked on a yoghurt
Mister Beezles mauled by weasels
If you're after buckets of gore
meet me at the crib and meet the real me
forget the tv cause the things I do on tv
girl just for the tv
believe me girl I wanna see ya girl
I really
See I'm a single black male, dark hair, dark eyes
Long walks through a park and a lot of them lives
I'm a little bit shaded by a lot of what I see
So
shots, we don't do no chasing
Brace yourself, girl, you need some patience
The way you licking them lips
I want to taste it
Right now, I'm tired of waiting
beautiful and kind
Why can't you see that I'm the one, girl please be mine
(Do I need) to give you more
(Do I need) to show you more
(Do I need) to prove that
or it didn't happen
I ain't tripping off attention boy I been had it
Get a little Chris Breez
But don't do back flips
I've been handling biz in a new
and wingingI'm just doing my own thing
Girls don't jump me
Give me room to be funky
Step to the dance floor bust a little spin
(I thought I saw a putty kat, I
at pillin girl
Step into my life now, share my world
That's what I like about you, you got faith in me
Be shining by yourself, with little lace with me
don't know why
All I want to do is get high
Between your legs is where my brain is at
Cause I'ma nymphomaniac
My designated driver was this girl
somethin?
So, he can beat the pussy up
Like he stole somethin?
Yeah, why?all know what it is, it?s your girl comin? at you
Shot out to all my dope boys in
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