Lyrics:
got that big ole thang boy
Cause im still horny baby
Im stil horny baby
Im still in the mood
Im still In the mood
We been at this shit for some hours
I
gye nu by force
Grrr
And thats on god
Cause boys make wild for street
We do this so mama go fit eat
S3 w3ni BA y3 sikas3M mu ah, joe boy you never go
Jake)
If July's a drought, they don't know August
I tarp my monitors and the ole Scarlett
And trust the barometric when my bones mock it
This a Monday
Boy I think about it every night and day
I'm addicted wanna jump inside your love
I wouldn't wanna have it any other way
I'm addicted and I just
nigga like Eskimo Joe
24/7 all I think is money, oh
You know the boy came from the dust, ah ah oh
I'm tryna take this all the way to Mars, ah ah, oh
me
At the end of the day I'm just a redneck boy in the hills of Tennessee
And I was raised not to care what people say about me
Uh, yeah
That's
walk up you
Can see the shotgun spit
Ferrari roof go down, Lam doors go up
I got big boy toys, when you gon' grow up?
Nigga knick knack pattywack
Give
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
deserve a fest
Scarface in Miami but I'm in the Land
Got so much money hand the bus Boy a band
Wanna go down south with the Sun and the sand
Tony Montana go
done, I'll say no mas
But when I pass it to Mayer, it ain't no John, woah!
This little drummer boy is a star, feel like a newer Ringo
Been a body built
She wonders how it ever got this crazy
She thinks about a boy she knew in school
Did she get tired or did she just get lazy?
She's so far gone she
She wonders how it ever got this crazy
She thinks about a boy she knew in school
Did she get tired or did she just get lazy?
She's so far gone she
ain't got no fuckin money
Yeah I'm in the bed wit yo thot, and we shootin movies
I can do this shit by myself, and we getting groovy
Gotta 38 wit that Chi
want them in coffins, everybody's closed
Related by the streets, this is family beef
So better not touch a branch on this family tree
Nigga
about business that's solid
I won't tell a soul
I got dawgs on the phone, Ngwano o timile phone
O tsere ke seven e white, O stout
Came from the bottom
getting the money
Was he aware
That his money was being used by hunter
In order to go about this
But more importantly is
How is hunter funding
This on his
Eastside
Boy, he better, goddamn, come to the studio and check his pockets (yessir)
Bringin' thirty rockets, Eastside niggas don't play
Haha, straight up
me (she gon' take a risk)
I think this the bitch for me (she might be my bitch)
I just went up top like elevators (ko-ko-ko-kodak)
About to come
like Jay shoulda did Joe
People's choice, the voice of my time
with Royce Da 5'9", we boys and night shine
I let Joell poison my mind
Grab a silencer
Double down kings
This ain't the nick cannon show
But cha girl bout to while out
Allah hold me down
I'm about to run up in the stash house
The only chick
doing this 'ting on a grime wave
So many Boy Better Know hit's out there
You've been looking for a hit since MySpace
You might see me on the grime page
fuck with real Detroit niggas like Chedda Boys"
[Royce whispering throughout]
Ask about me
[Verse 5]
I got A.K.s, A.R.s, aye y'all
This nigga been dead
attention, lunchin, gripped by the deez
Gotta be on point movin ya work by them benches
That's how I got my change, fam
Ain't a damn thang free in this world
Aye!
For the boys
Part two
You know
This song's for the boys
So it's only right I shoutout my people right?
You know fucking
Shoutout George
D-Bo
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