Lyrics:
hold on to me baby here we go
You'll be goin' boom baby boom baby boom
And I'll be goin' ooh baby ooh baby ooh
(check it out)
I heard she's not
pawn
(Something is wrong)
(Watch in pawn)
(Have her fun)
(Might be gone)
What you goin' do, baby
When your trouble get like mine?
(Have
Shimmy-shimmy-cocoa-what, listen to it pound
Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now
Mmm, I'm goin' down, down, baby, your street in a Range Rover
Boom, boom,
Running it up with shorties, who speak to me like a sermon
Bitch you kinda mormon, why you dressed like a mormon
Ah that's no hate, but my baby girl's
the message resembled Brenda's Got a Baby
What's crazy was, I was hearin' about it
But doubted your ignorance, how could you ever
Just put her on blast
the VIP
You really need to get with me (come on)
(Uh, yeah, come and get it, girl, wh-what)
Cristal flowin' (flowin')
Party still goin' (it's still
the VIP
You really need to get with me (come on)
(Uh, yeah, come and get it, girl, wh-what)
Cristal flowin' (flowin')
Party still goin' (it's still
Loving you that shit turning me crazy
Never thought I would make you my baby
Part of me thought we'd be a maybe
My thoughts they been only you lately
on some syrup
Now you know we gone, goin real strong
I thinkin ride far, I thinkin ride long
Drop roll barre, that what I want
I'm comin on down jammin
and it's goin' down, nigga
Now nigga, come to the circus and watch me clown, nigga
Pound niggas, what you be givin' when I'm around nigga?
Frown niggas,
signed by Hov and Dame?
And ran to Jacob and made the new Jesus chains?
In Jesus' name, let the choir say
"I'm on fire, ay," that's what Richard Pryor say
to wall
Got my money up, we, we're goin' to walk
Salute, salute
Yeah
Montana, what up, baby?
Word up, you know what it is, my nigga
Louis Rich right here,
Salute, salute, yeah
Montana, what up, baby?
Word up, you know what it is, my nigga
Louis Rich right here, baby
Yeah, get it, you know what this is, nigga
hand her a hunnid (What's that)
That's not enough to get a
Bra outta Banana Republic (Broke nigga)
Say, big nuts and a bigger heart
You a scrub in these
goin' again
First Z got murked, then Roy got murked
And homie still in the hood, why he ain't gettin' hurt?
I smell somethin' fishy, man, it might be
You ain't got to tell me, you feelin' this shit
'Cause I hear what I'm sayin', I know I'm killin' this shit
I gotta make it to Heaven, for goin
accompanied by a poo-wop*
I'm just a man, who's walked in on you doing a poo
But the craziest thing, I've fallen in love with you
Piss off
Bridge: Choir
get eaten by the damn mirage
I'm a hunter
Well, hold up baby, what's goin' on?
Tell the truth, I wanna know
What you're doin' when you go
like but it's so different
You tried to keep it alive
Oh
But I'll be fine
So we ain't goin', so baby
Woo
You tried to keep it alive
But I'll be
be trippin dont be doin no drive-bys
Cause we dont gangbang, dont wear blue or red
We like that fuckin green, papers what I said
Big Moe wassup, in
run down and pop 'em, slime
Ain't goin' for shit
I do too much, you can ask my mama
I be on everything
She be like, "Baby, just chill", uh
I be
You ain't got to tell me, you feelin' this shit
'Cause I hear what I'm sayin', I know I'm killin' this shit
I gotta make it to Heaven, for goin
Sinister call a minister before the grim reaper strikes again
I Am Not Afraid Ough
I Am Not Afraid Ough
Wanna know what you afraid of
You afraid of goin
around and let it go, it drove me crazy
Had me feelin' like my mama couldn't come and save me
Look at what the world did to my, my poor baby
What do you
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