Lyrics:
Trendy Wendy's you know what I mean
Hangin' around with girl who's rolling up her jeans
She watches her street crack 'cause she's no dummy
Through
practicing when
You're by yourself in your house
Cause you make it look so easy, so easy
Girl you make it look so easy, so easy
How you make it look so easy,
high heeled shoes
Let you strut your stuff by the House of Blues
Or farther down Sunset where the tricks all cruise
"Are you my pimp?"
Oh dear God don't
you designer have you looking so fly
Girl, you gotta be a model, I can tell by your stride
I gotta see you with them heels on, I wanna feel your whole
Yeah
Armor-piercing, no defense against
Who his henchmen is, what they pension is
Concur by division, have his homeboy hit him
So close, he
the stacks
Cats flashin' in my face is who I'm laughin' at
So you made a little dough, but what you doin' wit that?
Thought 'cha girl ain't feeling me
Why
Woke up in your girl's house
Still up in your girl's mouth
Fisherman with my big rod I start to call your girl a trout
It seem to me i got her hooked
season, check the stats this weekend
Get a plan or beat it
My nigga oh, deep inside my soul
I'm inside my zone I got that sow
Been solid as stone since
check the stats this weekend
Get a plan or beat it
My nigga oh
Deep inside my soul
I'm inside my zone I got that sown
Been solid as stone
Since a little
me at the entrance I'll be standing by the open door
If you see the Sammi Soup, Noodle Star and corner store
It's the weekend let me give this
some babies as the years pass by
Ain't no rush, we can just take it a day at a time"
A day at a time, yeah... oh
I said "Hey girl, we had a great life
Smile when the rain come 'cause the pain gets buried
And ain't no girl good enough for you until you thirty
So, make that money, son
I know we come
before I leave the house to stay focus
No nut November over come about to be loaded
I don't think I'm possessed by the devil nigga I know it
Yeah haha
I told my fam that I'd be gone for the weekend
its been 2 months since the last time i've seen them
Its getting hard to pretend that I'm okay
I left
Weekend's for the slack off
Small house
Backyard
Brown eyed black dog
Maybe clear some backlog on an RPG
Spend some hours on some side quests
Get stuck
it bump
Check the stars out when I ride, dodgin' potholes with these tires
Hogging lanes, swang and bang in a 'Stang so let me by
'Cause I got
bitches handy
White girl on the table, let 'em sniff the nose candy
When I'm walkin' by, the women sayin', "Who is that nigga?"
I replied, "Hi, I am
Trendy Wendy's you know what I mean
Hangin' around with girl who's rolling up her jeans
She watches her street crack 'cause she's no dummy
Through
you on the ground now
Check history they pose them as if clowns
Until they are dead and they become the kings
To be worship by the same people is that
Hustlin and working and making Deposits
Game on lock like im a locksmith
Gained some fame now i cant Stop it
Im americas most wanted
Left my house
you
Life could be weekends at nobu
Hop off the deep end I told you
Girl it's a vibe
In my bedroom
I do anything and everything to get you
Girl open
of perfecting my novel for publication
I became obsessed with dieting and invites to trendy clubs by promoters
Free tables and free champagne
While my girlfriend
a cup and you can party 'till the sun comes up
12am: On the way to the house
5am: We'll be kicking y'all out
6am: We'll be falling asleep
By 10pm
of ?:
'I like to start off by saying that prison is truly a living hell
It is a place where love and compassion are looked upon as weaknesses
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