Lyrics:
willed to her by her late mum). So, he didn’t treat her well, he had instilled the poverty mentality in her, so things were really difficult. Shaine’s
clothes
(Out them clothes)
I'm a show what your body is for
I wanna know don't it feel good (Hey)
Don't it feel good baby don't
It feel good to you (Hey)
to you girl
Hey don't it feel good baby don't it feel good to you
Hey to you
Don't it feel good
I was trying to ride in my Benz
She was posted up
Hey don't it feel good baby don't
It feel good to you hey to you
Don't it feel good
I was trying to ride in my benz
She was posted up with her friends
A to Z"
I said, "Henry, you fool, there are twenty six letters in the alphabet
He said, "Good heavens, I forgot the Model T"
And that was good advice,
Livin' life without fear
Puttin' five karats in my baby girl's ear
Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool (lunch, brunch)
Considered a fool 'cause I
face
She began to pack all of her clothes
The devil came and whisper in her ear
See there old lady
Look at all you done for that boy and now he about
like me
I puts it down in the bedroom, ma ask about me
Baby take off your clothes
Baby take off your clothes
Baby take off your clothes
Baby take
No, she glides softly by me, changing night into day
She opens her mouth to speak
And so sounds ring in my head
She speaks,
And I want to dance
rebuttals for real
Ya chick a thot, she lick the cock
Then gave scar to my man
Have four balls in her hand
She got jugglin' skills
But stop by ya spot
Freak nasty super bad, earring in her tongue
Smell good, Prada bag, angel perfume cologne
I'm tryin' to have me that lipstick by Mac
Make like
before, oh
By the time I make Albuquerque, she'll be working
And she'll probably stop at lunch
Just to give her, her sweet good thing a call
Oh,
I got hoes in atlanta
Bitches cali
Niggas in new york
My goons at the door
I see you chillin under street light
Limo tint do a drive by
Niggas aint
Shawty so crunk she comin out her clothes
dick so big got caught in her thoart.
do it hurt? (yeah) do it hurt? (hell yeah)
one nut, two nuts
into the well-fed earth
One of which, a liberty apple, after being watered in
Was tamped by a baby barefoot
With a bow hanging in her hair
Biting her
don’t like it when she feel judged
Models on her newsfeed, sexy showin' off they booties
She go through old clothes in closets wishing everything fit
you know where I be
She in love with my scent, baby, that's the weed, I fuck her too good, she will never leave
You know me and my bitch we be leanin',
me and boo fully awoken
Good thing I slept inside my clothes and shorty was frozen
I'm waiting for a head to poke in, and start smoking
The home
a shame?
Never switch your game to impress these lames
Instead, drive in one lane and focus what’s ahead, uh
Don’t be confused by my attitude
I keep a cool
No, no, that's good that's my passion
Farrakhan was not correct about
Everything in his
Career, but those points resonated with many
As he dispatched
it was one of the
Most important points of working
On that album, was
To not stop her from her
Moment because of how
Good she is just think
Successful Successful
Successful Successful
Trust your intuition
They rather talk than listen
I outta smack ya in ya face but ima good christian
I
oh, my pop, and my little sister
All hopped in the car
We headed downtown to the Gallery Mall
My mom started bugging with the clothes she chose
I didn't
to you
I'ma good lookin rapper I ain't lyin to you
You might see me in a Bentley painted royal blue
With the white interior on a set of 22's
I'ma
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