Lyrics:
but she got much back)
Look at her butt (damn, damn)
(Look at her butt) (oh my gosh)
Look at, look at, look at
Look at her butt
Yeah, he love
, his body now lies
after he's got by an arrow in his eye
Harold dies , Harold the king ,
leaving the green fields of Anglia at the mercy of fate
of the nigga that's makin' your beats?
I've done things for him I thought that he never would need
Father had to stretch his hands out and get it from me
I
throw them to his face, I got him by four inches
He real upset, mad and heartbroken
She told me not to pay him no mind and keep strokin'
Yo, can they
Lately I feel like I’m surrounded by snakes
And I can’t trust the people around me
Lately I debate every single word that these motherfuckers
Kept
Yeah, uh, look
Why don't you let me break it down, cause my mental ain't shit
Every single class that I had, had to commit
Numbers in a textbook,
to the County with no motherfuckin' bail
4800 with this Crippin', oh well
My big homie Boy Blue snatched me by my coattail
He said trip Dogg, ya better get
spill
I'm Nelly wit' them hollows
'round here I let a 'Tip Drill'
Headshot, your funeral won't exist still
He got dropped wit' no service
Dickhead, now
I got a feeling nigga really that my money be the root
Look up at the stars she like honey where the roof?
Pull up hear the dogs canaries they goin
but she got much back)
Look at her butt (damn, damn)
(Look at her butt) (oh my gosh)
Look at, look at, look at
Look at her butt
Yeah, he love
never look
Getting money cause I can't afford to be broke
They was sleeping on the kid oh brother do i got them woke
No my name ain't Katt Williams they
want creating matter
Save your words energy wasted off the chatter
I'm high asf I'm in space William shatner
Standing tall til he got his back blown
She
to a boss
Tryna marry my Vanessa Williams her drippin' so wet, she gotta criss-cross
Like she dance with Kris Kross, and I took me at loss
I put my trust
it comes in handy
I once knew this bitch by the name of Candy
But he kicked her out because the punani was sandy
Saint Dog kicked her out, Daddy X
it comes in handy
I once knew this bitch by the name of Candy
But he kicked her out because the punani was sandy
Saint Dog kicked her out, Daddy X
on the out-of-work streets
Before he began to understand
Before he began to understand
And Joe got hired by a bowery bar
sweeping up the saloon
As his rag would
is that even possible? For what?
Look, look, that's all I know right now, all right
I just got word of it, and I called you immediately
I don't really
don't know but she might just have by baby
Ass so fat, got a nigga like woah (woah)
Got me fucked up in the head, I mean woah (woah)
Should've seen
We crew hoppers, twenty-in-a-group shoppers
Don't look at the watch unless
You got blue blockers
BBC boats where niggas is true yachters
I got an MBA
you come to know Christ
How did you come to the right
Jesus Who's rockin' that white
Who's got His name on His thigh
Well I'm irked by the earth
Not
If you say it's a go it's a go
Just take pride in the fact that you know what you know
Cuz a pimp going to pimp
And a hoe going to hoe
How you look
I guess I'm on my... on my Don shit
Somebody gotta do it
Look, no more interviews
I'm not talking about this on a song, feature or interlude
that's how it's gonna be
Para siempre
And look at me, leavin' today
On a seven-forty-seven boardin' JFK
The hydrants are open
Cool breezes blow
Stealing looks from my gram (Fuck on)
White toes, white sand. (Yea)
Bitches know it's how laying (They know)
I'm sorry what was you sayin (Wait what)
I got
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