Lyrics:
My body is a map of L.A.
I stand straight like an angel with a halo
Hangin' out the Hilton Hotel window
Screamin', "Hey, baby, let's go"
My
smoother
I'm listening for a starter pistol.
three sheets to the wind and I'm using clouds for pillows.
I wanna drill holes in the sky.
I'm in love with
when our hands up
It's even on camera
What more do you need, don't want us to think but loving our dance huh
Giving rubber band love
Who understands me
last four Cass'
(forecast) i seen that movie
Wasn't you a part of that Next Day Air cast?
Coincidence, cause my homies will
Shoot ya hype man and next
the freaky bitches
Fuck 'em all day and fuck 'em all night
We don't love these hoes
(I want a remix again, I think I want a remix again)
(Bad Boy, 98)
You
you work out, gotta get it right back
I trap by day boy, rap by night,
C-Bone in this Bitch College Park trump tight
[Hook]
[T-Mo Goodie]
I'm pimp
what I'm finna do I say get into you
One leg up followed by the other
Get a little head then I find a rubber
We don't talk on the phone - we Tiger
[Intro - Sample from "Overture Of Foxy Brown" by Willie Hutch]
(Sugar don't do it)
(Noooooo)
(Don't let 'em down)
[Verse 1 - Freeway]
State Property
talks with me she says "Baby
Imma want you to put on
Three rubbers cause I don't
Want no girl out there fucking up our money
Eighteen years, eighteen
evil, ever around
Fundamental system of government
Quite incidental
[Eva:]
So what are my chances of honest advances?
I'd say low
Better to win by
take you to places that you never went
One room one night for every day spent
Knocking a dent in the sheet-rock she's hot
Got them legs fanned open
rubber, I'll weed that,
There at us so follow along, trust, they need that,
Push you're hand up in the air and gimme that,
(Three brother ????)
(Brap)
the spot
I'm holding shop with shop gettin' held for me
You hanging by my trap but you ain't ever sell nothing (right)
Twenty-seven ounces, three 9
that was back then, now look where we at
Straight to VIP, my niggaz, man we deep
You gonna go by 2 or 3
Before you get to me
The bitch, and she a G
deep inside
A broken hearted lover
Fallen by the wayside
Another man's name
Carved in wood
And the other man's shame
Stands where he stood
Rubber was
me a rubber band
He said Nigga that's a twenty five
Trapping outside of the Cullinan
Moon roof you can see the sky
We got bitches here by the five
good luck
But the homie who ran. Mmmm
One Time gaffled him up
(Chorus 3x: Scratched by DJ Unknown)
Get your ass in the car.
Ho hold it now.
Keep
(hey)
I met this one bitch the other day with three felonies (whoa)
We had a threesome the first night, she was on ecstasy (uh)
If I don't like
then I went out like Tony
Said he needed them at three, tell him, "Pull up by Coney" (place your order)
Every day, everything, my whole life trophies
begin
And bring a box of Magnum rubbers so we can fuck till the end
[Jazze Pha]
Hey bitch, sign your name on the dotted line (well)
Cause you belong
birthday
Irrelevant holiday affair
Got one of those three-leg foldin' chairs
I am what you call prepared, for the campout
Evenin' brings
wasn't supposed to
Just a lonely nigga, talk too much to myself, need a break
On July 8th broke down heaven's gates
Now watch, they high all day
Fuck
Two by four four wheels
Who the fuck you thought it was Nigga
Selling grams for dubs nigga
Bitches in the tub
Rubber dub dub
Vomit on the floor
When
or three a day
I been stressing
Karmas teaching me a Lesson
I treat this shit like it's a blessing
I did this shit all to myself man
I done did
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