Lyrics:
Ain't no love in Oakland, bitch
Niggas always talkin bout 'I love you'
But ain't no love, bitch
Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John
I gotta get it for my brother'nem my Mama and my twin and my cousin'nem
I can't let em down, gotta get it in for them And if I gotta spin again, Then
Shaquille hands
It seems to me she had the whole world in her pants
Walked behind her whispering love songs
She started smiling so I handed her this
wit the stun gun
Oh damn young hon where the girl come from?
And I wanna meet her can I greet her
Yo we in my bed for now
She said oh no my spine
the police ask you just say that you don't recall it
Sorry, trouble man like Marvin Gaye
Pour my heart out, Sammy Davis, I ain't seen you since the strokers
me it end in calammy
Shorty a freaky don't eat like she fast but on jimmy john I had to make her a sammy
She spit on it swim on it swam me tsunami,
probably put the ratchet all in your face for me
'Cause that's my chick, that's my chick
'Cause that my chick, ?cause she could get it
My lady never lets me
can't cook it?
Some my niggas ain't coming back because of snake or a rat
So I don't need mi a map to find a zoo in, yeah
Who in, who out? Coupe out
mans know I'd die before I ever cross you
Got mad love for my goodmen
Your favorite rapper he a junkie, geeking for them 10's
Cash on a female ain't
nothing but a nut
I ain't never been a sucker for love
So if it come down to you and me you know
I don't give a fuck, hit the next bitch like whats up
never ever try
To copy and steal
What ain't mine
Even though once in a while
I go with the flow
Coz it fly
Sooner or later you die
Gimme everything you
I ain't resting yet
I'm just manifesting shit
Islands I ain't been in yet
She deserves it all cause of the way she representing him
I'm with a model
you front
She probably put the ratchet all
In your face for me
'Cause that's my chick, that's my chick
'Cause that my chick, cause she could get it
My
go by and her belly gets big
The father bails out, he ain't ready for a kid
Knowin' her mama will blow it all outta proportion
Plus she lives poor,
It's crazy how my nigga Kanye West lost his wife (crazy)
Kim K done with Kanye, it's official
She ain't just file for divorce she filed to be single
bitch
A gat in the waist
Always willin' to kill shit
And you know me, I was down for ill shit
So 'nother bud love for my Ryda thug bitch!
She’s my thug
moving the weight
Baby be patient and wait for the wraith
Pull up and hop in its some kinda date
I just be dreaming I'm never awake
I open my eyes I don't
and jumpin' for joy
Whether you man, woman girl or a boy
You will agree, it ain't no other like the B-I-Z
I'm up with the Jones, like my name's Roy
But, yo,
This ain't a strip club, but she act like it
Ever seen her, bowling pins dawg, she stacked like it
Now I'm at the bar, chicks treating me like a star
put up with my shit, so if she want it, I'ma grab it
Ice all on your neck, I put them horses in the carriage
Break laws, big kahunas, and big balls
I’m Billing it
Bro hopped out
He’s drilling it
AYYY
She’s killing it
Bad bitch
I’m digging it
AYYY
She ain’t listening
She’s mimicking
She loves
I ain't no Sammy D
But I'm a rodent, baby
And I got a love song to sing
I'm cool like Miles Davis
Hot just like Jerry Lee
When it comes to rocking,
thinking that the trouble would wait
But then I jump right in
A week later returned, I reckon she was only looking for a lover to burn
But I gave her my time
love for my nigga named Screw
The Key-C's in this bitch, my nigga Jonathan
I got about 6 or 7 pounds from him
He broke em all down and we all got high
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