Lyrics:
in that bitch
Made it look sexy
Doctor prescribed the trees
I'm her patient
My girl still here
Being pretty (yeah)
She gon' get it
I'm lookin' clean
to sleep, call it Benadryl I got snaked by my dog, don't know how to feel
I got straight on my feet, and I made them M's meet
I promise I'm finna go touch
It's quite possible that I'm your third man, girl
But it's a fact that I'm the seventh son
It's quite possible that I'm your third man, girl
But
It's quite possible that I'm your third man, girl
But it's a fact that I'm the seventh son
It's quite possible that I'm your third man, girl
But
the dead
I don't know, I don't know, I don't know
Nigga almost lost his head, yeah
Gotta run, gotta fly, gotta float
Channels on top of the dresser
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Conquer the town with my queen by my side
She feelin' weak someone call her a doctor
Diamonds on froze, they be wet when they shine
She from the era of attitude better watch her..
Dj play that play dat muthafuckin watcher by the doctor...
Nigga I said play it or the fuckin doctor
Chicago
Discovered by du Sable
A Black Frenchman
That I had to mention
Extensions of a young man livin' on a low end
47th and Michigan, lackin'
mind on the game, you know you gotta make mama proud
Sunshines in ma mornings are blessings, man that's like a prize now
Clean form DNA to ma toenail
Semi-automatic flows you know how it goes
Boss, B-O-S-S-M-A-N, gun in hand
Understand, gettin money is the plan
Greg Street is my man
Uhh, gettin money, YEAH!
I'm in a all black cat
Serving by peach tree
She wild, she wild
Don't know bout that
I'm with a fein step back
And you with a bitch that I been with
be vacant
But my answers, they be blatant
I'm no doctor but be patient
Wearin' Boss, man, I be fragrant
(Bitch I be fragrant, Bitch I be fragrant ay)
name, they don't know who I am
I'm purling my blunt like it came from a clam
I'm dunking in space cause they say that's my jam
Doctor Seuss nigga like
Hey, hey, hey, hey
I- don't know bout them, nah
Don't know bout them, nah
But over here we getting money man
Over here we getting money man
I-
blunt is haunted,
I been tryna gage your passion and measure emotions,
But this bitch to hard to read its like a doctor wrote it,
Ah shit damn man he just
the world gonna know what this all about.
But you know I'm here.
Everybody knows I'm here.
Well, I'm the hoochie coochie man.
Everybody knows I'm here.
I
Man, what's up with these niggas out here
Mad at us cause we on top
I love to see niggas gettin' money
Better get it while the gettin' is good
got to know this one thing
No man, does it all by himself
I said, young man, put your pride on the shelf
And just go there, to the YMCA
I'm sure
are hatin, we aint gonna take it
The mess that they make is about to get clean
The man Dr. King he had more than a dream
But they want you to envy
You know I bet they think they got me down and out
Haha
Man, I'm just getting started
They think I'm lost without it
Life got no cause without it
Boodah, Big O, niggas better act like they know
By any means, motherfucker, we get that green
We get that green, motherfucker
We finna take control
the confusion, man, I seen jesus
My mom's on the phone long-distance from New York
Here comes the doctors again tryin to rip me apart
I got a monkey on my back, I
like whine to a grape stain.
My reputation's great, man, I got a great name.
I hate lames, I stay clean, and I break dames.
I like 'em small,
A! hey A! A! A! A! A!
Bigi bigi palava
E dey make man dey crace
If you no get the muller
Then wahala go dey
Every day by day
Me dey hustle and pray
I
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