Lyrics:
to him, bro I don't care who you wit
Man you better be like G-Rock and go and get that bitch
I let Bubba security handle that, step back to the back
Man
of the 6
Yeah, you're scared of the 6
Your bodyguard put in some work on the fluke
Now you wanna go and inherit the shit
Don't talk to the boy 'bout
like Kunta
That's why they stay down, they loyal citizens of Zamunda
By way of A-T-L, if you disagree
Don't even look at me ho, don't pass go just go
Come on
Let's do it
What it is
This is what it is
Another knocker
Kick this game around like soccer
Pull up a chair let me make you a plate
Of this
Everybody talkin' about keeping it real, huh
Well, I got the real for ya
One time for your holy mind
Come on, hold on, yes
Hold on, don't let go
(Rock on)
My
Bitches say they love me, see me on that TV screen
Sweetheart, I don't want you, what we had was just a fling
Everyday I thank God that I get to live
I can't take it no more, let the blunt go around (let the blunt go around)
I don't want no old love, let the blunt go around (let the blunt go
show me you the one before I put you up in vogue
I don't need that shit around me, if you ain't bout a bag then go
Why the ones you think is solid always
ready to go
I'm might go flex up for no reason
On me when I'm switching the seasons
I bet you I run up a check by the evening
And I'm smoking exotic
Baby, don´t be sad go out to chill and shake that booty,
Everyone can see the way you bounce it on the twerking.
Baby, let me help you to forget that
Fuck it up
Wait
Fuck it up
No don't go don't
You've let me down before
You've let me down before
I gave you chance after chance to prove yourself
You're
with that fake shit
I can tell she wants to stick by me
Hmmn, she wearing louis
She catwalk no vogue
I love when she speak
Sexy lingo when she talk
She
with that fake shit
I can tell she wants to stick by me
Hmmn, she wearing louis
She catwalk no vogue
I love when she speak
Sexy lingo when she talk
She
drummin' like solo
Hold on like En Vogue
Put out that Endo
Let down the window
Tec's to our set
Seventeen to mix with the bullshit
Lettin' em know
got a bond they don't understand
Bae this shit forever you know we locked in
Now go tell the world who the mystery man
Girl you so real ima buy you
your mind
With you I feel so high
C'mon let's go let's fly
I just wanna watch days go by
(Yeah, yeah)
I just wanna watch days go by (Yeah, yeah)
Only
hoes, I like to fuck
You don't rub you car windows gettin fucked up
Roll them seven-deuce coplers can't touch this
Vogue smoke like dope when I say fuck
might just get me in the summer
It look good don't it? Throw wood on it, with the golden vogue
Love potion on my mind, my pimpin' is an antidote
Cooley
nigga Ja Morant I go in the paint for hours
Yo bitch all on my Chico stick
When you check out my vogue I'm elegant
I hold up the mic that's too much
you don't see em copping
Watching from the hills, you woulda sworn a nigga drop a thousand
Real cats never brag, they don't speak much
They let
hele stad in de fik, let’s motherfucking go
Steek die hele stad in de fik, let’s motherfucking go
Ik kwam haar tegen in de moshpit
Ze stonk een
and out the gym, feelin' slimmer than spaghetti
Stackin' muscle on these bones, yeah I got the hoes sweaty
Wait a second... Yo, we all outta weed
Let's go
through that
If you're by my side
There is one thing
That I shouldn't do
Don't let, don't let me
Don't let me go
You messaged the page
Can I be in
hair, she's not like you though
She'll do whatever I say, she'll even be my hoe
Cause I don't want to get married, I'd rather freak Mary
Make good love
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