Lyrics:
You been getting it on your own baby
Make a nigga wanna fall for that
But I know I gotta fall back
When I call you, you better call back
What am I to do
getting it out the
Mud since the sandbox
Put my hoes on your niggas
Get they ass robbed
They grew up on the east
They don't know west now
Eastside nigga,
They're just jealous of me and you
And i'll always keep you happy
Cause I'm still in love with you
I'm still in love
Yeah, like I said it's your boy lil b
fine)
I was in the middle of doing something until you just happen to walk by
I'ma stop what I'm doing just to be nosey
Get all up in your business just
bitch these ain't no nautica
I'm getting top from a bitch who name Monica
Slide on his block blow it down no harmonica
That bih know me by my moniker
gave her answer a couple tears dripped
my lil brother cryin I’m standing hypothesizing
like maybe Santa got robbed on the way to dropping em off
And let this pain wash away…
Love (you found…)
Love (you found…)
Love (you found…)
Love (you found…)
You been by my side since I first grab the mic,
Told
the popping clique
TwoFr the opposite
All these fake-ass, broke-ass, lil' bum-ass niggas
I can't even be affiliated with no dumb-ass nigga
We getting money,
when the winter go (burrr) and the hot summer flow
Then it's back to the all purpose wit them lil' dots in the toe
Then I'm stopping this dough that I'm
It's like The moon is shining down girl just for you and me
let's blow this town.. tailgate down park this ol' jeep by the creek
spin the radio dial
women I be getting and boomeranging with givens
I'm giving but they don't get it unless I'm hitting
Like after all that missing and slipping my mind
ount know you
whole lotta butt put her in the truck so I can beat beat it up beat beat it up lil momma so bad and she know dat I got a lotta cash and she
My little bro on the run
He getting the low, blue and white catchin' me done
I got some drillers, they dumb
Take what they want, really living by
on the top floor
Bitch reminding me of Lauryn Hill 'cause she killing me softly
With some of that mouth
Never made it to the bed, still on the couch
Lil
figured you was stressed
I came in to get a little stretch time
You know the best kind (best kind)
Yes I kill it by your bed side
Pull up in the best
7-1-3, Slim Thug, Lil' Ke
Doing it up with Mr. Lee, Nodd Factor, CMG
Boss Hogg, Big Unit, big primping
No tricking, what, this how we do it mayn,
to come by, believe it
Girl I can't believe you, how you gone
Turn around and bite the hand that feeds you
The way I break my back, good as I treat you
hiding from the cops, running with my mans
And getting blew at by the opps, ducking under vans
To copping shit before it drop and counting hunnid bands
I'm rich (I'm rich)
And I don't care what yours is, that's not important
'Cause even if you told me, I'ma forget by the morning
Only thing on my mind
the zone
We already got joy, you're just looking uptight, well I think you need to sip a lil more
All familiar, that's the beauty of kasi
Ka tika, better
getting strangled
They call me, Jack The Ripper when I'm off the liquor
I smoke chronic, is raw spitting in Ebonics
If you want it, you got it
But you
I'm 7:30 whipping in a 10 to 8
I'll be there in a minute bitch you finna wait
Lil' Debbie nigga, yeah we getting cake
Drunk driver whipping
of a nigga don't give a fuck about ya'
Won't even talk about ya', ho
You ain't know? I'm just a hustler, in spite of myself
Ridin' all by myself, without no
I'm an anarchist, no wait, I'm an Antichrist
Couldn't find a third six of my scalp so I used a knife
Scratched it in, I'm wasted, getting trashed
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