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You really took my heart and broke it, man these girls the coldest
You runnin' back to your old boyfriend, I'll knock him
girl, Nesbly my chick
And I got diamonds that's all on her wrist
I hit record and make songs by myself
I need some more time to find more of myself
Nesbly
'Cause if you dare, you'll see the glare
Of everyone you burned just to get there
It's comin' back around
And I keep my side of the street clean
You
yeah
Get to moaning on that dick I lay back like I love you yeah
Kna after I get my nut then I'm up take a ride in the truck
Dickie fitted like Cali
the champion sound (swerve)
Believe, believe (swerve)
Believe, believe (swerve)
Yugh! It's prime time, my top back, this pimp game, ho
I'm red leather,
yeah (uh)
Third time (third time, uh)
I moved you in, took you back
In my life (I was a fool, say what?)
I don't know what's wrong with me (uh, uh,
yeah (uh)
Third time (third time, uh)
I moved you in, took you back
In my life (I was a fool, say what?)
I don't know what's wrong with me (uh, uh,
fights
If I found you, If I found you
Would you take me back
You found her she was kinda shy
My side Chick she was passing by
I try and try I try and I try
girl is taken
Cute chick, and she looking at my glasses
Funny part…
She see me different ‘cause {because] my glasses
Retrospecs, more gold than
the lies
I see it in your face when I wipe the tears from your eyes
I hope it ain't too late when I need you by my side
But if you decide to go just know
Del Rio, oh-me-oh, my but the heffer had
Big juicy lips, wide hips you had to call fat
Stacked back to mack, yo the hooker was all that
And lots
her back from her new man, Justin the bad bitch reposesser
She the opposite of Chick-fil-A, cuz she my guilty pleasure
In that one song told her break
bae I'ma slide
She ate the beef and waited
For the hot mayo inside
My cock get dry she stop by, can't go inside
'Cause my other chick in the
Crib
You pull up with money
I pull up with goons
Your wack as boyfriend don't vibe with my tunes
You talking about me
You better have proof
Yeah stay
me up, threw away my keys, threw away my weaves
Snatched me from my son, braids to the back, state greens
Daily News, "Her career's over," "She was
Don't realize is I built my Manhood up brick by brick
My immune system was so Strong I never got sick
Back then I was Christian, Not Catholic
I'm a grower
Ask bout my name, dope with finesse
Back to my ways, with no regrets
Disregard a bitch, til I'm on the Forbes list
I tried to act right, but I'm
wanna hop around
Just need to shop around
Just g otta drop the chicks till the bottom of my list
Gotta drop the chicks till the bottom of my list
I know
whenever I’m in need
Still have your key but I need it back
You open my door
I’m like what the heck?
By a string, by a string
Keep me hanging on
By
and this entice them how them joke the same
So I'm gonna sing just like them to get where they at
I'll even break my by back to touch their rim if I gotta
rough paying bills
Was an accomplishment
From prison lunches to brunches
With the finest chicks
IQ too GQ far from a college kid
Hustlenomics my nigga
chicks don't wanna fuck with me
Iceberg, Slim baby ride rims
I'm so gutter, ghetto girls fall in love with me
You know him well by the name of Jigga
we go back
Back up in D&D on this Primo track, listen
I'm so gangsta prissy chicks don't wanna fuck with me
"Iceberg, Slim baby ride rims"
I'm so
Why you all in my grill (Why you all in)
Can you pay my bills (Can you pay my bills)
Let me know if you will (Let me know, know)
Cuz a chick gotta
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