Lyrics:
a little estrogen
Buy my whip by myself
Pay my rent by myself
Only exes that I care about are in my fucking chromosomes
I don't really need you, I'm
(Ain't got time to waste)
Ain't got time to waste
She a slim thick hottie
Ain't got time to play (No time)
Super real hot body
And she got it aye
be faded out my mind
Aint no landing in the sky
We in the middle of the flight
She a redbone slim thick yeah I like that
Lil mama you a baddie
Like
off, high on the great weed
(I like the girls)
I like the girls, I like the ladies
(Whether they're slim or they're short)
I light my world to drive
One, two, three, check-check, one, two, three
That ain't the hook, now follow me
There's nothing else for me to say
My public adores me
Everybody
slim thick
Money in the bank, girl’ I’m tryna get rich (tryna get rich)
My lifestyle rich
I just need a fat Benz and a bad chick
Cute little gyal
(Yeah I’m him)
Ay and we go like that
Always on your mind and it ain’t no cap yuh
Sweetermans you know we all snacks
Motion, Betta Boyz, Slim and Al
dress, girl and lovin' your hips
But I'm buggin' off this, "Why you stuck on the wrist?"
Golddigger, huh, mommy? Oh, you ain't that bitch?
Ain't
want a slim, thick John, with a nice amount of baggage
I don't like a bitch that's average
I told the drac to chill out, like I'm 21 Savage
Y'all do
On the block, like an old Coke can
A-1 dope, that'll burn your throat man
I'm not Rakim, so I ain't a choke man
They call me Pablo, the cat that supply blows
see
Yeah, I may be something that you'll never be
At levels that you'll never reach
And you can only blame it on the magic
Work a lil magic
I can work
Man child in the promise land
I take ya back to Iceberg Slim
And all the players that came before him
If you a everyday hustler, get ya money
'Cause
track, ain't ready for that
Red carpet, i be swagging it
Swagger jagger, Christopher Wallace
I'm breaking all of her fucking nails
Count your best, I'm
yourself by yourself
In a nice place ducked off with fucked up health
I done been strucked and snuck, but never fucked and stuck
My life is four
I got a slim waist pretty face he tryna grab on it
N If it ain’t a couple bands I’ll pass on it
Bad bitch big chips He could Brag on it
N if he
harder, ain't no other way
You know I don't play nice and I ain't even here to play
Slim thick with them ten toes that I stand on
I'm a real bitch and I'm
magic
Lakers
Weaving thru traffic
Ain't nothing that can
Break us
Or Raid us like a team
In Las Vegas
I send a clear message
Like Khadijah saying prayers
Just pay us
For these 32 flavors
Pure magic
Lakers
Weaving thru traffic
Ain't nothing that can
Break us
Or Raid us like a team
In Las Vegas
I send
(*talking*)
Say Slim, what's the deal baby
(making this money man) uh-huh, true that true that
Check this out, it's going down over here
I'm on that black girl shit
That's that black girl magic
I'm on that black girl shit
That's that black girl magic
I'm on my black girl shit, natural
and I'll crush him
Now you see me like Houdini
Then you get torn asunder by storms and thunder
And the flame; ain't that a shame? You should surrender
You
hair
Nice teeth
Pretty face
Remy shots got a nigga on the chase
Chocolate brown
But slim by the waist
Make a nigga wanna taste
God damn you bad
With
Chopped Down
[Mista Menor]
That ain't Bout It
[Kangol Slim]
The fakest niggas to ever fuckin' shout it
Thinkin' they scared of nigga, cause they fuckin'
was sent by his Master
But that topic's too deep for your ear
Here's the science you can comprehend clear
Advanced intellectual, a time bomb speeder
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