Lyrics:
She know I don't want no friends
She want be friends with benefits
She got mad at me cuz I ain't wanna eat it up
Baby don't trip
Imma get that pussy
spit
Make a nigga "G" flick, classic criminal
Keep a gat by my genitals, thugs love me
So don't get splashed for the minimal
We never vest up, be
about to pay me
Ride shotgun but I drove, money so long it don't fold
Old school had to put it on fours, ride clean get money fuck hoes
I'm from
baby got ass
Told her get up and toot it
You can’t hang with the crew if you ain’t getting zooted
We be smoking on gas
Smell like somebody pooted
Don’t
like them kids watch a clown
I wanna bring you joy and be
Be the reason you smile
Baby, you know my style, you know how I get down
I provide by any means
me
Like you'll never be the queen be
You fucking bitch
You can't sit with us
Get hit by a bus
Queen bee your a wasp
Wanna be me there's a cost
Skinny
(INTRO)
BABY I KNOW THAT RIGHT ABOUT NOW YOU MIGHT THINK THAT WE ain't GONNA MAKE
IT BUT DON'T WORRY BELIEVE IN ME
AND CALL MY NAME WHENEVER YOU
Girl come to me when you get in a bad mood
Hoes mad shit i would be mad too
If I didn't get the feeling that i get when im with you
I need your love baby
baby
Mad love, being shown as a cross
Two time zones
Try to catch a cyclone, you get ya mind blown
I show 'em how I attract
All shapes and sizes
All eyes
no drama
Cause the bum didaly Heav is a fav of my mama's
So i blew out get mad lifted
Don't have to say up the show that I'm gifted
God bless me
the one to make a slut-cum
Gotta man, he a lame anyway, mother-fuck that stuff
Mad cause I snuck that love, baby don't bust that slug
So go on head roll
conflicts
Baby throw it back like a limousine
I don't even know if shortie into me
Model came straight from the magazine
Hit my phone back and she mad at me
I
I said my heart is ice cold
I aint eva had shit
Im just tryna run up my bag
Get gas rolled by bad chick
I come from the slums baby
But I still get
how we do'z it (do'z it do'z it)
I don't care the night, she don't care we like
Almost dared the right five
Ready to get live, ain't no surprise
Take me
an attitude, yeah
That girl, she gon' test me. That girl, that girl is mad rude. I know she'll never be mine exclusively. Baby girl, your love's in high demand
of flavours
Never asked them for help don’t need favours
I can’t get enough sleep
Cause I’m on the road baby
I ain’t tryna live cheap
I just Need mo paper
highway 5
she said she looked up and asked why we can't live apart
and all the people were standing up and singing like they were mad
but she don't get
always prepared
Got sons you don't know about, ones you don't know about
Buns by the tons, mad guns and we going out
What!!
[swizz beatz]
It ain't over,
one
You enough, I don't even want another one
If I get another, gotta be another you
'Cause you my baby, you the one I call my boo
Mine, I go crazy
[intro:]
You know what I'm sizzlin
It's time to get this party started right baby
Aw....my name.. they call me Tech N9ne
And I ah need a carabu
didn't get he didn't get the memo
My artillery my artillery being filled with deadly ammo
Staying true staying true and dodging blue
Don't be acting brand
Tell me do you want Dior baby
Fly away baby to New York baby
Got you drippin in Dior baby
Then it's Fendi by the shore baby
Have some some better
playboy hit that 3 peat
Just trynna hit the cha cha slide
Close my eyes and then I glide
I'm smoking to get high
I ain't trynna just roll on by
New kicks
cool, she telling me that she came with a friend
I told her bring her too baby, cause the night just began
You ain't cool
Water whippin ain't trippin off
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