Lyrics:
God, he was like an octopus. Hands all over the place."
She gestured, raising her arms upwards in defense. "The thing is, after a
While, you get tired
gestured, raising her arms upwards in defense. "The thing is, after a
while, you get tired of fighting with him, you know, and after all I didn't
really do
go, let's go
Oh you calling me a hoe, I've never heard that, how original
Oh no, I do not let go, I don't forget, I don't forgive
Don't got that
tweak, bro, it's never sweet, ho
My shooters come for free, so
If one more label try to stop me
It's gon' be some dreadhead niggas in ya lobby
You
the watch, then I copped the chain
Got a lil' thing for the rocks and bling
These nigga fake, photoshopped the brain
Hatin' on the sideline, watch the game
famous for claimin' a murder
That he never really did
Yeah tell these people all
The facts here really
How you ran your mouth and
Almost got smacked by
i'm so torn
slow down baby and get a clear view
cuz when you roll down your windows
i'm in your rear view
hold on baby boy
i know its hard for ya
but ya
Had too much fun last night
Well I woke up this morning
Without any warning, Miss Carter's laying by my side
Well I got a full ride all last night
About these things for a while
I can barely think around you
When I think it hurts my brain
I've been feeling my way around
For a while
Ya know
Maybe I
nigaz snakes bro
The only thing most of y'all missing is ya high heels and ya makeup
Stop playing wit me
You don't wanna really put up wit cgony
Da
the spike
Any hardcore fan of grime
Go mad when you hear this bang inside
I got the keys like pianists, black and white
I've been a beast in the scene
a whole baby
Saying he a lil boy
So he went copped a half a man
Weed highs wearing off
Na he popping zans
Idol minds a devil workshop
You should rob ya mans
got a thing to lose
Oooooh, you've got to break it down
It's time to get it out
Just get on the floor
(Repeat Chorus)
Look at you, look at you baby
when the block know ya
And your hater steady talkin, what they got for you
But your shooters in the drops over
Down to shoot a movie clip until
hear a thing
I have got no service
In the club, you say, say?
Wha-wha-what did you say, huh?
You're breaking up on me
Sorry, I cannot hear you, I'm kind
Nah baby, we want the whole thing
Baby we make it snow
Rocking out like Kurt Cobain
You niggas never felt no pain
You ain't for real, you faux man
Never
a show with Ja
Yo Pierre, you wanna come out here?
Did a show with Ja, soon as I left the spot
Pulled over by the cops, them bitches found my Glock
act?
You had those proper things and, baby, diamond rings;
Anything for you, oh, girl, I would do.
Now I'm lying here, oh, baby, by myself.
grinding bruh you know I'm With the shit
Do you really think it matter who I'm with
Mama told me fuck ya homies keep it lit
Do your thing all by your lonely
about a million times
But I got one thing right, you
(Baby, I got one thing right) mm
(Baby, I got one thing right) yeah, I got you
(Baby, I got one
I've got to know if you're the one right by my side
So many things that I can think of we should try
Let's keep it hood, let's keep it real, let's
So, ever since October
Living out my dreams, they got a lot closer
Had to do it for my daughter before she got older
Had to wake the sleepers up,
feel like Weezy F Baby sometimes, man
Carter three Wayne, Carter four Wayne
Carter five, man where that shit at?
Yessir
You know me, I gotta keep it
lit/ Coup sick/ Nigga living ruthless
True shit/ Hoov Crip/ Even got a blue pit
Cool kid/ Stupid/ Foolish
Bitch I thought you knew this shit my nigga
.jpg/226px-Clarence_Carter_(48591893891).jpg "Clarence Carter")
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