Lyrics:
a groupie
You say that you mine (You know you mine)
My trust falls in line (trust falls in line)
So give me a sign (give me a sign)
Girl I'm yours I'll make
could never sign me
Don't try me, I see, you fiending for something icy
To wear round your wrist or neck, round here that don't get you respect
Don't
the terms chicks are like cars,
Well I treat bitches like drinks,
When I step in the club and by out tha bar,
So let me quench my thirst wit you
the sign over to my dad
Now I guess the jokes on me
Son do you have a plan for this sign, I'd like it out, I'll give you some time
Son, I know that you live
Yeah huh, huh
Yeah
Lord you know I'm a sinner
Give no fucks, I don't remember
I remember reading scriptures
I remember law and pistol
Real diamond
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
a few dime pieces
The L-Y-T-E, I cram to understand and
The R-A-H D and me E-D
Hey Mr. DJ, give a jigga-jigga back spin
If you do like this, then
baby its alright
So get with it, we want hit it, we nah quit it
And I like tha way you body set and how your clothes fit it
I want you give me some
undressin'
Draw the line, I'm by the line (yeah)
Time should've taught me the lesson
Went lookin' for a sign, but instead I got a message
I take off my
Could you give me just some kind of sign, to let me know that I'm not wasting my time.
I just need a reason to believe, I've lost all visibility,
fucking with X, but on some other shit
Why the fuck you fucking with X? You must be fucking with X
Go catch a chicken, fucking with me you goin' catch
the fuck you fucking with X? You must be fucking with X
Go catch a chicken, fucking with me you gon' catch a whippen
Un-hunh, here we go again
Un-hunh,
call Earl, 10 months in this gut, what the fuck,
I wish moms would hurry up, so I can get buck wild,
Juvenile with the mics 'n' shit, New York, New
hundred makin Born To Mack
Used my niggaz gold ropes and his Cadillac
I was broke to start with, didn't give a fuck
Couldn't tell me Short Dawg wasn't
reaching up to the clouds
Don't give the moon a chance to shine
And I've got imitation moonlight
Standing underneath the neon sign
Is it real or just
R-O-C
Memph Bleek
Jigga man
Missy, Twista sho' nuff
Yeah, yo
Don't get mad at me
I don't love 'em I fuck 'em
I don't chase 'em I duck 'em
I
Hope flound compound off round White rock
Ballin like Earl man i go in his high tops
Third eye cyclops, beaten down by five cops
Left for dead and it
to get bullied
Until I heard radicals, the last part got to me
See, I used to give a fuck until my cock would bleed
Now I'm the happiest I think I'll
mind)
Chasin' dollar signs (dollar signs)
Sippin' red wine (red wine)
We all losin' time (losin' time)
Bae, don't lose your mind (lose your mind)
me you can go shortly
Need a princess by day and a slut by night
I'm hungry baby got an appetite
You like to be degraded oh fuck that's tight
I think I
now, I’ll try once more, To own it all on the dance floor,
Give it up now, give it away, Sign me up now, love me today, Give it up now, give it away,
I know you heard the terms chicks are like cars,
Well I treat bitches like drinks,
When I step in the club and by out tha bar,
So let me quench
tangeray and hennesey,
untill i call earl, 10 months in this gut, wut the fuck,
i wish moms would hurry up, so i can get buck wild,
juvenile with the mics n
to her nose, FaceTime
Drunk workout, E&J in his Earl Grey
Holdin' back the Earl
Between the curls with the free weights
Home girls don't wanna give
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