Lyrics:
baby, yeah.
I have a lot of free time because I don't have kids, my mom friends don't like to hear about my free time because they're so busy, they're
just came to get loose
Make it do what it do
Don't blame me it's the juice
Can't get mad at the truth
Yeah you know it when you see it
Once it's heard it
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
Down South, hustler, former weight smuggler
I'm Mother, of the Tank, gave birth to an army
Guerrilla millionaires, so don't even ask, if you wanna
Get
niggas get mad 'cause I may slay they hoe
But I don't want to let the ak spray so
Stop face fightin' me, like ya face frighten' me
I do this every year
the Westside
It's why I always keep my heat by my bedside
cnd don't be mad ‘cas I left her out at Bedstock
cnd don't be mad ‘cas I left her in her wedding
you, baby
All, I, said.. all I said.. I forget
I love you baby don't be (so mad) so upset
when start I get mad
My whole brain starts attacking in massive amounts
It's sad but I'm lacking a past of finding myself
Act in a rash wild environment
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
of my lungs, you gots to get down
Now, they heard the sound and wanna give the kid a pound
on the down low *whispering* Relax baby, keep it underground
a fair share because they all want this bone
So don't get mad at me if my cell phone is on roam
I'm just tryna' get some dome
Yeah, now if you rollin'
in ya seats
Ah shit, here we go again, mmhm
Mmm, I can't get back at you, gotta act, or pretend, I know
I ain't even mad at you, baby, everything
nothin' i don't care about myself
Hearing they don't like me, they don't really like my necklace
Why they mad i'm that nigga, he not rappin' how i wanted
He
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin' (yeah, not the mid is low now, turn the mics up some more)
Our music keeps you movin' what are
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin' (yeah, not the mid is low now, turn the mics up some more)
Our music keeps you movin' what are
getting tired of that dying coke
I'm back baby, mad hype like a c**** baby
Ask Slim Shady, my g** game crazy
Don't talk tough talker unless you walk
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
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
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
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
(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
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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