Lyrics:
going by
Pulling out the glizzy asking homie do you wanna die
Think I see him tearing up and I don’t wanna see em cry
Ain’t no backing down I go and shoot
what made me
And I'm hopin I ain't gotta go back to the trap
Cus we really know that we don't want that
But if I don't make it home tonight
Tell my mama
the truth is back, now they say where you been
Cause we ain't really seen you out performing
You back up in the streets, you hot you're boiling
tonight (uh-oh, uh-oh)
Ooh, baby (baby, I need you)
Gotta get you home with me tonight (right here)
Grabbed me by the hand and led the way
Outside
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
with Jay-Z yo
For the tracks I done got 800 C-notes
So glad I ain't take the drive to Home Depot
Right now my car and home would be repo'd
Fuckin with my
Yeah this is the best part of the trip
Hold on to something, hold on to something
We about to take the road less travelled
You ain't gotta go home
go go, go go go go go go go
Go go go, go go go
Comin' with the money
Got the backend with me (Ayy)
Nigga, better act like you hear me
I ain't gotta
her go
Let her go
Let her go
Yea pimp mode
Pimp mode
She don't wanna leave, u gotta let her breath baby
U wanna stay, make sure u wipe yo feet
the reason we get bread
Please tell him when I get to heaven, it's gon' be respect
He the reason we get checks, ain't gotta be in debt
Ya music helped alot of
tonight (uh-oh, uh-oh)
Ooh, baby (baby, I need you)
Gotta get you home with me tonight (right here)
Grabbed me by the hand and led the way
Outside
hyper and try to fight cause your life turned
Gotta quick jab better duck like a damn white bird
Baby shitting ass nigga go change your diape
When we
like urban
You never bust rapping just like you a virgin
Under your girl done hitting a belly like a surgeon
A hundred milli gotta get it brrr Birdman
like urban
You never bust rapping just like you a virgin
Under your girl done hitting a belly like a surgeon
A hundred milli gotta get it brrr Birdman
so home grown
Them shits go organic
Just Like the couch, I pulled out
Kids ain’t nothing that you gotta worry bout
Gotta bounce (Shew)
We’re so cold
niggas in a super traps
Man we gotta get it, have it by Sunday
If it ain't by Sunday
We gon' get it Monday
If it ain't by Tuesday
Then it's fucking
you, yeah your one of a kind
Not a second go by, your always on my mind
Your my joy in the morning, yeah your my sunshine
I gotta keep you next
'cause I got most of it already, the U.S. didn't print enough
Chamillionaire is no bluff, I ain't have no trouble to sell
Plus I go fed ex like overnight
Niggaz like Rock-A-Bye baby
Cocking 380's on the daily
Yo best bet's on baby
Ain't gotta call the hood baby
My heater heavy
I feel bout 50 pounds more
couldn’t check me
Like a game nig**, king me
Go on and make a move, it’s all on you
Playing by the rule, is what I do
I could chew it up nig**, M&M’s
(Houston)
Color Changin' Click, we hot, ain't playin' mayne
Cockin' back I'm sprayin' man, I'm-I'm just sayin' mayne
What I gotta do to help you kids
she sip a little wine before she go to sleep
She say it help her relax but nothin help her more than me (Woo)
Your chick is showing she Naughty by
I don't want to go to work today, I'd rather
Stay home and play video games, I wanna chill
But I gotta get up, I gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta
Keeping it G ain't nuttin, you ain't gotta like it cause the hood gone love it
You ain't gotta like it 'cause the hood gone love it
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