Lyrics:
plain
Old black extensions
Just a T-shirt about carbon
"I always thought that by the time
I put out a third album, i would want
To come back to natural
Say what you want to say
But, motherfucker, I'm still Flosja, dude
Fake all
Fucking with the boy, get your face cut
Then I ride by with your bitch, she
boy
I've been down that alley too
Know all the tricks like you
Bad boys sad girls
I'm talking about you
So if you really want to (ow)
Get close with
by
And personally say thank you
You're making me good money i'm
Making you good money
T notices Harley
You're lucky man you got a bad bitch
Oh, that
and heartbreakingly tragic catastrophe
Yo piscadoro mister guero pistolero
Why you ain't got no trabajo but you still got that dinero
cnd I swear bro I dont know I
and just figure it out
I'd rather put on a film with you and sit on the couch
But we should get on a plane
Or we'll be missing it now
The way that things
got to reach out
Reach out to taste my loving
Want you so Sunday girl
Oh I really want you
Bad Boys
Bad Boys
Bad Boys
In the mix
In the mix
Bad Boys
When you look at me baby you
Should see a way out
Out the hood, out the drama
Out the Bentley that's on
Out the headache an stress you
Done been through
say you're for all, but your actions don't show it
You trip women over and cause for them to fall, that or you follow them
Maybe even both, now women
And still be lazy and paranoid niggas
I'm paramount nigga I am and you can't be mad
Cause I choose the word nigga lemme air it out nigga
Nigga ain't bad see
say that she love me and
That's what I've been looking for
If we gonna be together
You gotta give a little more
Course talking about my car
Cause we
New Era can see
No cap, i know that life a bitch but
They ain't prepared for me
See, before Love & Hip Hop I
Got love in hip hop
Mona Scott should
London town
When I come around got to hold that crown
Four pound I shut 'em down
Harlem nigga never stutter word to my mother
And you rich bout to keep it
I've had enough
Heart is set in stone
Feelings shut em' up (rah)
Am I different woah
Do I think too much
I got lot's of notes (woo)
Should I crush em' up
you done been through before
It's only been three months and I already got it bad
So hood that I keep on comin' back
My girlfriends telling me I
you done been through before
It's only been three months and I already got it bad
So hood that I keep on comin' back
My girlfriends telling me I
bitches say we gamma
I swear I got them hammers
I swear my niggas gorillas that's
Why we out packin' bananas
Ride with my niggas, Philadel niggas
Ain't
drop it
And now my hearts on the floor
You walking straight out the door
Run your mouth 'cause I know that you're toxic
You never care about your
his head
"That's not risky that thought is dead, " he
Says "It's like, 'You know, I rhyme, too' "
Turning to me, Pharrell says
"I always call him
hand
With a stamp that says I paid to get in
And yes I am your television show
And you're the nicest place I've ever been
Let's just get naked
Just for
one
All that I touch I gotta destroy
They say that i should feel privileged cause they compare me to Joyner
Fuck who you think I sound like, when I'm
you say, but you're still on your own at night.
You've got to make such a noise to understand the silence,
Screaming like a jackass, ringing ears so
what you would have is like magic
Now you go ahead and have a crack at it
And after you've got it, and mapped it out
Yup, that's it, exactly
Man, that's
hoe might fall
Now you know then Hot Boys sad ha
Get in the bitch head
End up doing something bad ha
Kisha got did right yeah
Fucked the whole Cash
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