Lyrics:
Fill it, drill it, pray I don't miss it
Chase it, swing it, ching it
How many opps have Sus left swimming?
K's and attempted killings
I get a thrill
like a long time to come
How could I be so blind, baby
Not to see you were the one
I let ya slip on from me baby
I let ya walk on by,
Shoulda
Still smoking baby it's the Cookout, right
And this is brought to you
By the Liquor Store oh fo sho
I used to spread a wife
With a bread like mayo
Trust me
Watch dis!
[Guru]
Come on, take a ride with the lyrical five foot eight
And three-quarter warrior; I saw you pass me in the corridor
on, ohhh, come on
Verse Two:
Many men wit mass appeal expand across the globe by the mills,
but still I picked you like a daffodil
cause you thrill me
you kiss me, I'm like a kid of three
But my baby days are through
I'll build a bungalow that'll go to show
I wanna play house with you
The other
& hitting licks, & talking shit
Steady getting smaller, but her pockets thick
I know she is a minor, but she major crazy
3 or 4 abortions b4 she had her baby
Thrill-a-minute
N' I'm with it
Say you only live once
Better love how you live it
You got my energies up
You the plug n' its lit
Oh baby girl your love is wicked
No
don't cry now
Pushing 95
Yeah we on the run now baby
Come hither baby doll
I'm all you need now
All you need now
You, that ain't You
Got enough "C" in
Ima a fien, my piss dont come clean
Probably green
Positive on weed,
Lots of it in me,
Youre either good or evil, seems like im stuck in between
Baby
debate to rest
Yeah I'm so fresh
And they telling me I'm so clean
Telling me I'm so clean
I'mma get it by any means
And they telling me I'm the chosen
So
that's my lunch
Ru-ru-run your motherfuckin' pockets when I come
It's an honor to be robbed by Denise's only son
Yeah, give a ready baby boy, beta
Godess in your genes baby
You more than a lady
You in your zone but you don't gotta flex ya name ain't Swae Lee
Handle your handles how you do it
comes, yeah it comes to me in ways
I'm a saint, sticky paint
Three sixes we can call her by her name
I'm a saint, sticky paint
Three sixes and we
Dance Now
Brothers
Come on lady
show me baby things I have to know,
don't you know I will blow if you let me go,
are you ready?
if you're ready
show
fuckin' with the hen dog, so toss out the sauce hot
Put my shit on three wheels, for thrills
I hit a corner and make sure my drink don't spill, that's
pree
Come mek mi fuck yuh
Mek yuh guh pan yuh knees gyal
Woman alone mi ah pree
Ever clean no STD's
Gyal
Fucking with me nuh normal
From yuh step to me
cruel
Yo baby pop, yeah you
Come and give me a kiss betta make it fast
Or else I'm gonna get pissed
Don't you hear the music pumpin' hard
Like I wish you
chips like Frito, Lays
I've been to that place, fast cars, cheap thrills
Funny looking pills, million dollar deals
Three day orgys in the Hollywood
the one to put
the peaches in your pie
sugar in your tea
the twinkle in your eye
Let me be the one who comes
home to you each night
sit there by the fire
peace
Woah
I'm MVP my nigga
I'm MVP
Noah
When she with me
Whenever she come with me
Woah
I'm up by 3
A winner indeed I see
Woah
Back again
In my
felt he had a will
But cause of his genes and he's mentally ill
The young kid was prone to chasing the thrill
One or two, turned to three or four
With
bank account is zillion
Pretty Babies by my side
Yiee
By my side yiee
P3 kakra
Like waddle said (Yeahh)
Who says money ain't sweet
Sika y3 mogya
If you
some, there's so much of me baby
Took all you got, used god, top class
She spilled on floors ,she clean it with her face
Girls do drugs of course
Let me
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