Lyrics:
Cleanin' out my dirty closet, gettin' rid of 2020's garbage
Took a break in December, January we got right back at it
All gas, I'm never waitin', sorry sir
some more in store
When I get through throwin' it on you
You got to come back for more
Boys and things that come by the dozen
That ain't nothin'
with a two piece, you back to reality
I'm getting head in the back of a Camry
If you looking for your baby mama
She wit me
I promise I'll have the hoe
freaking now
No family no friends nobody reaching now
A whole lot of tensions I can do without
Move without, baby I would be grooving now
Hey yo, I ain't
to these bitches
I'm unbothered by yall
Look how my Jello booty Switches
And you sir
You look like the ghetto movie Bitches
I'm defending my friends
Cuz I
a porcupine how sharp am I?
But niggas wanna bring out the dark in I
But me I'm so bright I keep walking by
Keep barking hater yeah ya talk a lot but me
I'm
the butt? (Hell yeah)
Tell 'em to shake it (Shake it) Shake it (Shake it)
Shake that healthy butt
Baby got back (L.A. fits with the Oakland booty)
Baby
the butt? (Hell yeah)
Tell 'em to shake it (Shake it) Shake it (Shake it)
Shake that healthy butt
Baby got back (L.A. fits with the Oakland booty)
Baby
on my neck
Back in 64
They were still hanging niggas by the neck
So its only right
2019
I got these lil bunnies on her knees
Giving me neck
Don't spit
like a baby got a bad little lip lock love it when her body go tick tock dripping in Louie with hair to her booty I’m falling in
Love like this was
two weeks overdue
And now you feelin' blue
And a whole lot God created and it ain't about the baby
All that Black power, "We shall overcome" shit
I got lots of problems
And I'm tryna put one in the air
I'm tryna find a better deal
Dealing my way out this hell
Life is a gamble
All in is my only
"Hey!"
I slowed down to see what he said, he said:
"Eh! By any chance, are you goin' my way?"
I said: "sure baby, hop on in and give me a cigarette"
steppin', mix it with Givenchy (Yeah)
I'ma take Perc' 30's 'til I OD ('Til I OD)
I just copped a million dollars by my lonely (Lonely)
Now I got a lot
Preach
You don't know how to run a household
Preach
You got terrible credit
Yes sir
No life insurance
You dig
No health insurance
You dig
Nigga do you even
prospect (yes sir), shit ya'll do get no respect
Baby momma tripping on me, fuck it I ain't going back
Kids get on my fucking nerves, but I love my kids
Way back when it was shirts versus skins I had my mindset set on a Benz
Took a lot of losses on my way to get N’s I ain’t trip on ‘em took ‘em
turn a six to a hundred grams i just gotta whip it right
Lenny got backdoored by his man nigga got tricked and died
There aint no switching sides im YKP
Niggas be muggin' me, you know I'm muggin' back
Yes sir
Check me out, look
26 inches, bitch I'm sittin' crooked
Old school Chevy, faster than a silver
pack heat
Got turned out early by them scandalous freaks
Addicted to crime so I stay in the mix
With a love for hoochie chicks and pulling jewelry
it
I'm a superstar, bought me a big ol' car
Four point six (see the car)
Black with the bars from the front to back
And got a button in the middle,
and doors, and clothes
big body's sittin' on 24's
money on my mind you know
slow it down youngin', I got riches to get
I'm sir mix a lot when I'm mixin' these
"hey"
I slowed down to see what he said, he said um
"By any chance, are you goin' my way?"
I said, "sure baby, hop on in and give me a cigarette"
"hey"
I slowed down to see what he said, he said um
"By any chance, are you goin' my way?"
I said, "sure baby, hop on in and give me a cigarette"
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