Lyrics:
me a seh (weh y'ah seh?)
Told dem we still roll with the guns
You know, shot by the tons (right away)
See me a seh, you know, badness, we build it
love him?
So by now my doubts are over
I know for sure that he's my dream
All I beg you, mamma – some comprehension
We got like strangers, due
man for what he had seen
Lives out on the west coast, down by Coos Bay
My mamma went workin' every night and day
The crocus were bloomin' for her
and then spray
Don’t come with no revolvers, revolvers (boy)
Don’t come with no revolvers, revolvers (boy)
Don’t come with no revolvers please
‘cause these
boy) hurry up 'cause you're takin' too long
(Talk to me, boy) bet I'll have you naked by the end of this song
So what did you come here for? (I came
ain't here to stress you, no
That's what your ex do (ex do)
Let me start by saying
Goddamn you're mamma blessed you (Goddamn)
When you move like
boy
I want to count 2 three
I want you 2 break it down and do that Dunkie funkie
Yo, are you ready?? 1...2...3...
Get buck wild!!!
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got to be a bad boy
Okay, come out and play
Ya'll clowns Need to get down
Or get out the way i'm a live round
Shot to your head by Doc Dre ain't too
I've been on the creep for a while now
I say ive been chasing dreams for a while now
But you said that I will never make
Boy you fucking hating
boy) hurry up 'cause you're takin' too long
(Talk to me, boy) bet I'll have you naked by the end of this song
So what did you come here for? (I came
boys want boys where I'm from
Oh, yeah, yeah, boys want boys, yeah
Ayy, whoa, boys want boys where I'm from, ay
I know you wanna get teamed by the gang
I
busy daddy's writing a song
This song ain't gonna write it'self
I'll give you one underdog then
You gotta swing by yourself
Then turn right around in
Will you please take your seats
And clear the isle
Mic check
I be doing things on my own, and ain't no need for a mentor
Girls want to see me
Bitch please
You ain't gonna act like your shits hard
Please
All your little acts we just diss hard
We don't think you have what it takes boy
Music
I was blinded by sexsation
Temporarily out my head
Ah, please don't hurt my baby
She mustn't know we went to bed
And you could hear him moaning
(holiday Season)
Hot dammit it's a miracle, please adjust the temperature
I switched up the interior in my European vehicle
Damn Gucci lyrical
Nah, I
can buy all the things that I like Boy
You're all I desire my E-Boy
Oh 2D Boy
You're hot-wired
Right into my mind
Your supercomputer
Powered by my hard
huh
Oh boy, whaddya know, you know?
Yeah, straight game you underdug? Oh boy
Yeah, we stay doin' this, you underdig?
Please believe that part
Boys know my face
When I pass by betcha girl'll wave "Hey!"
They feelin my dougies
Fresh like dougie
But not dougie fresh
Dougie Z
I'm thuggin
And you
made him proud
Cus they say I got the best birthday in the town
Can you please pipe down boy we've been through this before
If you ruining my birthday
Brown Boy, rock on, uhh
Finger Dally, rock, rock on, uhh
Baby girl, rock, rock on, uhh
Soul Radio
(P-p-please don't go away)
I don't want you to go
This for every kid that been neglected by they parent
God'll be your father and your mamma if you let Him
Bottle up that trauma that you carry and reject
behind
Will you stay by my side?
Look mamma I’m rapping
And these fuckers just joking about it
Look mamma I’m snapping
And these clowns just mocking about
then it's getting out of hand
I'm locked in forever mamma know the plan
He rat on his homie that boy took the stand
Joe ji and jb they was sliding in
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