Lyrics:
Yo, what up, it's your boy K-star, man, we back at it again
Boller Zone, baby, I'ma show you how it's done
Move, motherfucker, outta my way I'ma
the roof back, jeans worth a few stacks Checking some arisum baby, let's go I was raised by the work at Tim Thug and Goon's Back button to the trap, so baby
grievances, his thoughts and his doubts is startin to squabble
He tell me that he good but in back of my mind I doubt em
I'm knowin that the stages of grief are
Exclusive without doubt, this shit's stupid
Who's this? Cuban Link, no te asuste
Domingo drop the bomb, I got the fuse lit
Jimmy, Copacabana, in Miami,
that’s numbered 9
Got my back before anybody I put that on my spine (Hey)
Insecure bitches gon have a problem what the fuck he on
By the time they get it
Here we come..(here we come now girl)
All over you (baby girl unh unh )(Nelly)
You know I spend hot shit when need be
Only nigga that can take a still
else
When I see you
(Ohhh)
(Oh common)
I don't have your back
And I don't have you back
I ain't no time for anything but
You do you
And me, I'll get
at 7:30 in the morning
I'll take good care of you baby there's no doubt at 7:30 in the morning
Zo..Say it's early in morning
Yea you Lonely but you want
the blunt
Now we higher than life in the building, kick back party, no recording tonight
Just a bunch of dope vibes like a pack in a pipe
Solo cup full
Or get attacked with that Duracell they put in your back
Now that's assault and battery
You can keep the bitchin' to yourself
There's beams on every
Or get attacked with that Duracell they put in your back
Now that's assault and battery
You can keep the bitchin' to yourself
There's beams on every
I'm prayin wid dis
Boys on the ave, flood shots to dis
Girls in the club flirt out to dis
State your name baby and get rich to dis
it down and slangin' mud
Them dirty girls they throw it up, runnin' out 'cause they know what's us
Tucked up, ass in, big butt, back bend
You wanna
Jimmy crack corn and I don't care
Trying to get you in your underwear, yeah
And if you don't get down in that way
Then baby girl we can kick it
I love everything you do
Anything you want I get for you
No other girl can't come close to you
You're number one in my heart is true
Girl is yuh
the back door"
She aint got no back door
What she talkin smack fo'
Male bashin with Mary J
Like queen latifa she must be gay
In my radio you get no
girl named Jan
I let her ride in my Caddy
Because I didn't know her daddy was the leader of the Ku Klux Klan
We fucked on the bed
Fucked on the floor
started Got another bitch sippin' on Bacardi
I'ma jump up in that pussy, Jeff Hardy
And I'm ballin' on these niggas like I'm Harden, Ayy
Hey, bitch, get
hold me down
I don't know but O I like the sound
U are amazing, there's no doubt
Top it off with a S 'cause you smooth me out
So get ready and let
that baby girl will never need
Imma teach you bout these niggas
Imma teach you bout these streets
‘Cause ain’t no real love in either one
I Learned
Hey miss lady, maybe you can have my baby
Nice long flight, first class, out to Haiti
Even bake you cookies, throwin' frosting on that cakie
Get
baby Vanilla
Ice ice baby Vanilla
Ice ice baby Vanilla
Now that the party is jumping
With the bass kicked in, the fingers are pumpin'
Quick
baby Vanilla
Ice ice baby Vanilla
Ice ice baby Vanilla
Now that the party is jumping
With the bass kicked in, the fingers are pumpin'
Quick
The pain
They'd bring back my LOUIS LANE
I'll be the ROCK like I'm Dwayne
Hey Baby, if this is real love
No cap when I switch the beat like I'm SPINALL
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