Lyrics:
of Bar-be-Q potato chips
Plus your main honey loved us
Slip her some bomba, she'll fuck twenty of us
Yo, you pack that little ass gun like 'Harlem Nights'
Do I gotta explain
Why Y'all songs be plain
18 nd I'm on my second car while y'all hoes getting by via train
How could you not see
All my money
He did it again
Michael jordan the greatest player of all times
Eo yo yo siento que yo soy Jordan
Yo soy traficante pero de cotorra
Siempre haciendo
Weezy by here
And I love to see you do so
I love my coupe blow on them deuce-o's
I love a cute ho and you probably love her all right, girl
He
french-braided right by my feet
Now on a accident pussy sells,
you see how heavy traffic gets pussy sells
Nigga you lookin foe yo ho main pussy sells
But you
honey's on the jock, show love
Flex the head nod let 'em know, what's up
Ask shorty for the digits so we can link up
I lean to the side, drive by, flash
Yo! 229 let's ride!
The Soul of the South!
Southside let's ride!
A-Yo! We gon' really give 'em what they want
It's the Trigga, my nig... we make
that shit cuz yo songs is awful
Crying on yo insta Live cuz you got doxed by Fawful
And don't get me started on that nigga Snoopy WRLD
You is so enormous
goin on, on and on and on
On and on and on
Yo I've been treading on this globe man for twenty-five joints
Sometimes Shaitan got me by the pressure
If Jermaine likes it
He do
Yo, uh, uh
You know what? Y'all ain't ready for this
Still scrambling from the damage of the last remix
Most of your
honey dip, you're banned)
(You're banned)
Yo, you're banned
Ya banned by the preacher man
You played yourself a stew
Now to me you step, never mind
Mis-Teeq
Hey Yo
Rishi Rich
Hey Yo
Hey Yo
Hey Yo
Hey Yo
Hey Yo
Hey Yo
Why you gotta tip-toe
Why you hot yo?
Like I don't know
What are
down your hands (keep 'em high)
And if ya losing yo' high than smoke again (keep 'em high)
N-n-n-now, my flow
Is in the pocket like wallets, I got
this money
All I do is grind, play shows and chill with honeys
All I do is shine, tour the world, ain't it funny?
I'm one of a kind (Sinatra)
All I
honey dip, you're banned)
(You're banned)
Yo, you're banned
Ya banned by the preacher man
You played yourself a stew
Now to me you step, never mind
Just do it
Can you feel me baby?
(Hell yeah mama, hell yeah)
Do you like it sugar?
(No doubt, no doubt)
Do you want me honey?
(You Eve baby, yo
the addicts off the nod
Grand Puba, and I drop a album yearly
And I'm very nearly really come to droppin shit like daily
My knowledge is bond, so you
Sacando otro album sacando otro tema
Por eso me siento en level god
I need more dice, viven su peli
Solo cuentan chistes como tinelli
Yo soy un sixer
gen rap pou devorem
Cliowen Prototype nou ta dwe ap bat pou’n pote kolye’m nigga
Difisil pou wè’m
M’kanpe an atis ak fozi yo
Tout track mwen pou album
to the script
And get the jacket put on yo' ass for life
What jacket? Batch, this jacket,
That reliable source, that rat, the head of mice
That's why we can't
they rags up
Make them hit them switches up
They say album gang bang with some Nuts
Yo Dre yo homie turn this chronic Up (Hell Yeah)
I hit the switch no
gone, then I gots to know now
Is you wit me or what? Think I'm tryna get me a nut
Just 'cause honeys wanna give me the butt, what
I'm politicking
every honey was horny
Go to sleep eating pussy Honey Combs in the morning
Stashed the grip in my yellow jacket no money clip
You know I got the sauce by
쿠키보다 촉촉한 내 맘으로 녹여 줄게
마쉬멜로우 초콜릿보다 oh my love
아로마 향기보다 더 진한 내 맘으로 녹여 줄게
이런 나의 맘을 받아 줘 (받아줘) 알겠어
Honey funny bunny
달콤한 향기처럼 부드럽게
Day by day-yeah-e
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