Lyrics:
the whole house?
Gallop in yo shit like the black joust
To make it real simple and quick
If I don't have it, I gots to take yo shit
And it's all about
and constantly forgetting their names
or I'll meet you out on a popular dating app
swear it was my plan all along
can't you tell by the words in the song
you
how many flirt
Riding round the A.T.L. on the baddest bitch search
Yeah I did a concert but I don't want to talk about it
You say like that freaky
flowing
And I bet you can see why
That won't satiate
All the galleries flying
And the bloopers are crying
Cause they're well-aware of
All of my mistakes
I'm
look in the mirror boy you not a boss
She look like an actress, I all white her toes
One thing about her, she don't blow up my phone
If she hold it down
everything by hand
With books and wells
We could color with crayons
We could put together puzzles
We could read about triumphs
We could read about struggles
what it is not to be a window shopper
Mama you can have Fendi, mama you can have Prada
All you gotta do is break a nigga off proper
You could be with
got my spine smothered
But I'll be fine brother - my mind hovers
above all you jive suckers wishin, that's word to my mother
You throw a shot at me, I'm
you're trying to get your life right
Nevermore
The DVD is in our eyesight
Let it go
Or soon you'll watch it fall
Talking about the next
But shit was cool
you talk about it
You should be about it
And if you ain't about it
You should walk up out it
Cause people standing by ready to test
Anything you ever
irresistible cause I'm not proper
It's fuck niggas use rocks as a soccer all I care about is females
Bitch get away from me with that nonsense, you need to pay
to give you things now you're throwing 'em back
Access to the visa, the keys to the flat
Widescreen tv, dvd's & that
All of a sudden you be trippin'
a CRT
This ain't blu-ray this the DVD
She want a DP, DVD
Not about smoking all the green leaves
But we making green like its team trees
Movie told
right?)
(That's Arizona for you, it's all desert)
You ain't got shit on me
Got the stripes on ya boy
You ain't feel this tee, yeah
You ain't got shit on me
on the planet
Had a body hotter than a habanjero
She had lips like a ripe pomegranate
And I was crazy like Manson about her
She got me all choked up like Mama
Think about the smarts, words said of wise
Do it like paz and I do it like Nas
You got two small fries by the size
And I get a gat, two times, two
down (Stay down, stay down)
If you ever saw it, then we finna make it out (Yeah, yeah)
Now they tell me that they downing all the drinks, where you
Mcfly
Or like if it was mine
You gonna get left on the side
You gonna get left on the side
Like if you was
Coleslaw
No one gonna come sign ya
Oh My
No one
of heart or an emotionless bot
C'mon y'all, let's put this to a stop
Let's put this to a stop, by letting go, run the yield, sprint through a field
Forget
He just tryna make it home
In a world where they judge
You by yo tone
Fuck you, pay me
Thats the type of shit he on
He got high tolerance for weed
up in my dalorian
Come and vibe with me
Let's cruise down The westside bumping
All that old shit
You Karaoke to your favorite song
And ain't nobody
steady at your eyes
I remember DVD’s
Man time is passing by
I can’t tell you what they see in me
Sometimes I wonder why
Sometimes I wonder why I feel like
the
take off I've been grinding all my life, we came from Ebts
Now I'm collecting royalties sitting at BET couldn't afford no cable, grew up bootleg DVD
Had
All my bitches up to date these hoes is obsolete
They was comin by da twos now they coming by da three
I got some of da baddest bitches pulling up in
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