Lyrics:
I feel so good
Yeah, let's go
We ain't rockin' no shell toes
Fly Giuseppes, got brimstones on my Velcro
Strapped, lookin' like Michael Jackson
o'clock in the morn'
We keep rockin' on
The workin' people runnin' like the stop clock is on
We got it poppin' in the meat market
Chicks take a seat,
o'clock in the morn'
We keep rockin' on
The workin' people runnin' like the stop clock is on
We got it poppin' in the meat market
Chicks take a seat,
a cool guy, accompanied by a fly hoe
Who just a fly hoe
She'll fly away on bottles
Couple nights in Cabo, bottles, come swallow
She with another man
popping
She bougjie she ghetto she honest
She arrogant cocky and modest she'll step on that bitch if she gotta
Damn my little baby a ride
So whenever im in
girl and my bodyguard bitch
Your main chick fascinated by my body art trick
10 times out of 10 she's a 10
In the Benz got twins in the Bentley
And I
The back
When this bad slim thick chick
I met from off of snap
Sent me a text saying that she
Was outside in the front
By the time I made it round
She hopped
Jon Jons in the building
It's time to step your games up right about now
Women remain calm, it's gone be some hate out there
Baby girl, why you by
Incorporated, since '74
Lotta money in this fam, think about it
Me wit Run-D.M.C., and him over at Def Jam
Well damn, how the hell you think we livin?
How you
pretend
I don't long for the day she'll let me in
Never to retreat again
Why you wanna, why you wanna break my heart for?
Now I know you hear me knockin
chick
That young'n
Never seen before
I said yo
Tell her girls I want to meet her (meet her)
On a second thought that ain't the way to go
I got
Just dig that scenery floating by,
We're now approaching Newport, Rhode I.
We've been, for years, In Variety,
But, Cholly Knickerbocker, now we're
Lining 'em up, I think I've done it again
Lying in blood, shouldn't have gone for the head
She wanna fuck, but I hope she'll love me again
Love me
Cruising down 4th in my 454
Saw her standing by the liquor store
She had short shorts and legs for days
Having a smoke and slamming palm bays
She was
STAY PACKED SORTA LIKE IPOD
IN MY PHONE I ain't GOT NOTHING BUT STARS
PUT YOUR NUMBER IN MAMA IMA HOLLA TOMORROW
HEY!!! YOU KNOW THE TYPE OF CHICKS THAT
knew this chick named Gina drove a royal blue beamer
Holdin' 2 chrome ninas fucking baby like Nadina
Wore corn braids, I used to hit it back in the days
Cock like Orgazmo
Dark divine type of charcoal mind
I like chicks that shave their
Pussy in a heart design
Kansas Citys crazy I'll be
Walking up
reach deeper
She make me feel rich
When I'm dead broke
These other chicks ain't shit
They need to take note
That shes the one I need by my side
Holding me
bales down that I'm shell shocked (bow)
I held Glocks, sold rocks by the mailbox (ooh)
Got a vibe, make a young chick turn her neck (alright)
Got
the weight
She'll have pounds in the summer, I like Roc-A-Wear Miss Wear
Thick hair, Chick there, Fat Ass, Sick Pair
When we travel to Orlando when we get
a yoke nope
A empty shell and a promise me note
In da hotel by yourself when you fuckin wit NO I gotta go
Like I stole from the general store
No needin
down to pop shells
Only for the family, I'll risk bein in a cell (Only, only)
But even God has sent in own creation to Hell
Mimic me and I'll just say oh
it out, and I hold you close
And in the end I ain't even really helping you
See I got a thing for this new chick
She bad news but we similar
'Cause
to when those hormones start to kick in
Ha, hopped to social media
Met this little chick he had started fenning for
But this chick had a cousin so when they
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