Lyrics:
the booth
I eat it like baba ghanoush
Right by the lanes and right by the goose
I'm really just still into you
Still missin' my lady, still smokin' like
Parker's cup I'm sippin
She say I'm trippin
Coolin I be low
I'm with my mistress
Pockets lookin good
I'm gettin to it
Nigga use yo brain
Or you gone
Featuring Frank McComb
Written by: Mark Simmons, Gregg D. Moore, Zachary Glenn & Bobby Ray Sparks II
SIM SOUNDS 72 (BMI), GREG D. MOORE (BMI),
sand and Ray-bans
White sand and Ray-bans
Drinkin', margaritas by the pool
Dancin' on the beach to a Springsteen tune
Air guitar strummin', girl you got
where you belong
Mhm mhm mhm mhm a picture of Bonnie
Somewhere in pages of hist'ry there's a picture of lovin' affair
A picture of Miss Bonnie Parker
me
Believe me when I say,
I'm with you for life,
Right by your side, make you my wife
Girl, I'll be true to thee
As long as your lovin' me,
Relationship threatened by stuff that you hear, word, I hope we just persevere
Keep it a stack it's the truth calling game like I'm Peirce
That mean the ending
ever stop
Fuck a P.O., fuck a piss test
Y'all racist, stay lovin' incest (fuckin' pussies)
Drive-by, get sprayed with the Windex
'Cause y'all nasty,
Hmm, you tryna' get some good fame ain't cha?
Hmm, you tryna' slang in the rain ain't cha?
Hmm, you tryna' save for the Range ain't cha?
Hmm, you
Hank Jr. - Family Tradition; Willie Nelson - Angel Flyin' Too Close To The Ground; Ray Price - Crazy Arms; Johnny Cash - Sunday Morning Coming Down. Now
An Angel of the Lord, who sovereign
Wants me to teach sound doctrine
Principles to share my sentiment
So I have a gift that's only meant
For you
you ball
Like I'm D. Fish shooting the 3
When you need bars who do you call
Roscoe got it all by the Kilo
You lost and never found she not fucking for
All in my bag, they loving the swag, bitches be lovin the drip
I don't like brag, but when I do brag, u kno I be talkin my shit
I'm counting this
arms around me honey
You make old Ray forget about everything
written by J. Dean [London UK]
arms around me honey
You make old Ray forget about everything
written by J. Dean [London UK]
superpowers
You fuckin' cowards
That Peter Parker shit'll get yo ass laid out
Pull Shaq's Escalade out
Motherfucker it's
[Chorus]
Superman
It's
superpowers
You fuckin' cowards
That Peter Parker shit'll get yo ass laid out
Pull Shaq's Escalade out
Motherfucker it's
[Chorus]
Superman
It's
III
Michael Brown Jr (you don't have to kill)
Ezell Ford (you don't, they don't have to kill)
Dante Parker
Tanesha Anderson
Akai Gurley (you don't
Oh yeah
Uh ooh (yeah yeah yeah) oh yeah
(Ooh whoa ooh whoa)
I see you, watchin' can't ignore the rhythm in my walkin'
Head up, strung by
Yurr, welcome to New York
Everything that we do exclusive
Make sure that it's all-inclusive
I was taught make no excuses
As a man, you can't be
Yeah, man
Jr, Sean Kingston, enuh (Vybz Kartel)
Mr. Kardinall inna yuh area
Beluga Heights
See me a seh (let's go)
Miami have colors, colors,
like Jason
Money stack and racks and raps
Rip by Ray, Mishap, and Epitats
'Cause suckers are scared straight
Prepare for the wrath
A psychopath when
the Tre
I'm gettin' money, I'm stuck in my ways
Bitch, you ain't me 'cause I gotta get paid
Niggas be talkin', got shooters like Ray
Slide in
weighs a ton
Baby, you can't use 'em when this money flowin' fluid
Hennies in the prostitution
See, I buy Birkins so my drive-bys worth it
And I'm gon'
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