Lyrics:
frontin on me
I'll holla at her when she done wit homie
Cause, Jump Off I got a ton of grown freaks
One named Tasha, one named Monique
One's diva'd out,
(In the jungle surrounded by snakes
I count up sum hunnids dey blue in da face
Real trap blues ya dig, real blues in da trap
Sum lil playa shit, ya
I got the Rhythm ... i get the blues
I light it up just like a fuse
She be so wet feel like a cruise
I’m tryna win they want me to lose
He love
looking like bout two pockets
Right pocket looking like I'm never stopping
I got Benjamin franks, Grants
Down to Jackson's
And I can bet it all
They gone
a blue and red suit"
I said, "you need a man man who's got finesse
And his whole name across his chest
He may be able to fly all through the night
But can
collar cover the Cubans
She need pads like Ewing
I hope you know what you doin' (Look)
Some paid 4-5 serious
I come through, 4-5, serious
Slay got me Shade
I'm on a bye
Another flight swear by now I should've touched the sky
Switched the wardrobe on em I guess I'm gettin' fly
You know I never really cared
post a lyric up, read it
See how you can't compete, royalty is how I should be treated
Like Michael Jackson said, beat it
There's none sweeter, I got my
Jackson's she let you beat it
We balling got the opps hot but this ar can heat sense
Don't call me about no ho I put the bro on her
I just spent racks
gettin' wild
Dirty dancin' in a diesel to a deep southern sound
Saturday night I'm knee slappin' to Alan Jackson
With Coca Cola and a splash of Jack in
maybe cus of my game
Yea, she got my dick stiff like a statue (what she reply)
Is that true? (why would I lie)
Cus if I fuck, and don't call back, then
Wit' rent still?
A bitch won't make it past first
Base if I curve her
Unless she got Angels In The In Field
I keep a 40 below, a 45
You add the wind
the movement seems to soothe me,
and the temp takes control,
and I lose my blues
when the Ne w York City rhythm fill my soul;
it's the New York City
I'ma see you in Hell (inhale)
Battle rap? Boy you wouldn't win a debate
The type of legacy I got
You don't get by mistake
Man don't let them amp you up
Accent got me geeked
Her fashion on fleek
She say she get down
Now I'm tryna see
The coochie on leak
She blame it on me
I'm batting a thousand so I'm tryna
lets have a little bit of rhythm
and a little bit of blues now
and now the swinging bass guitar one time
and now you got cold ryhthm and blues
Ringin' that blue bell
Caught up in sunlight
Come on out singing
I'll walk you in the sunshine
Come on honey, come along with me
She's got everything
Sugar Magnolia blossom's blooming
Head's all empty and I don't care
Saw my baby down by the river
Knew she'd have to come up soon for air
Sweet
in my mattress
So I can write a bar saying that I'm sleeping on Andrew Jackson's
They say I'm Irish cause my capital is Dublin
My iris's are blue like
that coochie, you can tell she got that work (it's Sexyy)
Beyoncé concert, I'm beyond turnt (ooh)
If I come out this shirt, baby might forget
broke em all down and we all got high
And niggas don't be trippin don't be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like
me what's on your mind
She's got a rhythm from a red car, she's got a rhythm from a red car
Here we go baby, takin' a turn for the better
I work your
"Boy, ain't you got any other songs than these?"
I go walkin' after midnight, goin' where the lonely go
I got heartaches by the number, hear that
eye
Tells her now it will heal faster
She said "I told doctors that
I happened to fall over
It's funny you call me Smurf
Now I'm blue all over
Be
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