Lyrics:
head bring it back
Gone head show a nigga why these bitches mad
By the way she bring it back aye aye
Bringing it back aye aye
Back back
Back back
and i'll get her twix
KitKat, Jolly ranchers, you know she liking it
I told her bend over for the one time she ain't liking it
Tried to put the dick inside
Cancun
20 bitches runnin' 'round nude
I fuck her bottom we fuckin' them by the two
I got water drippin' out my jewels
If it ain't Actavis nigga it
teacher asked me a question
Like Ludacris are you over there sexting
Ha ha O-M-G l-o-l K-I-T Smiley faces X and O's L-M-F-A-O
My girl went through my cell
come off tour
I love girls, girls, girls, girls
Girls all over the globe
I come scoop you in that Coupe, sittin on deuce-zeroes
Fix your hair in
the sleeper (Huh)
Got me a gun
I'll save him a shot coming like a goal keeper (Huh)
Kick it up like FIFA
Finish the job won't see you again Wiz Khalifa (Huh
This time i'm doing it
Giving my doubters a bone they can chew on it
Typing my girls in my phone and come through with it
Making myself to a man
we think we're finished
It just begins
Like a menstrual cycle
System leaks
All over again
Never-ending question is
When will this all end
Can you
She do doughnuts in my head, over and over and over
'Til the cops pull her over
And then she say some real slick shit like
"I'm on my way by Weezy
cheetahs
Flow colder than Papa Joe's or Domino's (Fuck it, whatever, um)
Trashwang scratched inside the knucks
Got some One Direction tickets, I should
Casualty, wept over the whole fuckin galaxy
Battle me, your styles a game like Sorry
Or like Atari, I'm gnarly just like a Harley
Davidson, I take
shoulder
And if you got a girl, don't be real committed
Cuz Mase will hit it, you got to deal with it
Why you over there lookin' at me
While my girl
chasing the paper, I look like a cheetah
They told me I wouldn't be shit, had to make them believers
I ride with my stick, I'm not alone in the two seater
I just wanna know why you ignore me
I just wanna know why you making me OD
I just wanna let you know that it's killing me slowly
I'm dying over
hands up (maybe it's the thug in me)
By age thirteen I was buckwild, good at my knuckle game
Made it through a tough childhood, never be the same
I saw your girl by MC New York slick D
Copyright, all rights reserved boy!
In eighty-eight
Ayy yo, don't want to diss you
but your girl's a freak
Bust off goin fast, you can call it cheetah girl
When I get the panky you know I'm water whippin her
No top on the whip, tank top Louis V
You can call
Bush," not Macon
Fuck waist-deep, I'm in over my head
But it's cool, I'ma make it, I'm good like Meagan
Your girl wants me to come 'round her like
blunt in my right
Gift the girls what they like
Just a lil sip or a puff
They take lightly
It's Exciting!
I got Gin and Juice in left
Big blunt in my
body talk over here,
We take ourtime and go up north over here,
Everybody always say chill let it slide,
Niggas violate you when they say let it ride,
, please settle down
Relax yourself girl, please settle down
Relax yourself girl, please settle down
Honey, check it out, you got me mesmerized
With
and my daughter gettin' chased by my son
The water gun is in his arms, that lil' nigga can run
He get it from his daddy side, you know, them Nigerians
company
When you done with em, it's like a tragedy
And girl you said that you would never leave
Can't trust a soul, I'm by my Lonely no Alimony
Das why I'm
make
Cause the shit will be gone by the end of the day
If yeen got intentions of coppin good riddance
I kno real hustlers that come and get it
It dont
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