Lyrics:
So you can lay me down
Pull it out and let me taste right now
I admit she bout her business she ain't a hoe
Shawty got dough
Don't fuck with women
you'll really be gassed up
I'll blow like percussions, we ain't playin jazz, sir, I fucked on yo' bitch pussy
You can go ask her, I beat it up and I went
feelin' important
Dick her down, she'll be gone by the mornin'
She got them ass shots that I like
Pop a Addy, we'll be fuckin' all night
She say she got
Everything ain't hardcore you know
I can't sing but my man
I'ma let my man smooth that thang out for you
You know, take the edge off, you know
I got an 80's ghetto blaster in my car
I wanna drive to a place so goddamn far
The week pass by, so many nine to five
Sunny days and music by my
heart I think that's what took me by surprise
Don't ask if I'm fine
Got me on my deathbed
I'm Basically about to die
Yeah Yeah Yeah
I'm sick of it
to make a choice
I got them nervous tics and twitching
With them bloodshot eyes, not
Much of a surprise
Got to bed at five and I'm shot
By nine I'm in
I ain’t tryna play no games, play no games
Got a shawty beat her frame, beat her frame
When she done she gimme brain, gimme brain
Little baby she my
crack naked
Heard you need a thousand bricks right now
(Heard you need a thousand bricks right now)
You ain't got to worry (you ain't got to worry)
little bitch, I think her name is Lynn
Mike paid the bills always in cash
And if she ever got raw, he just beat that ass
It goes on y'all, so don't even
Gonna get spanked by a gangsta
Yeah that bitch might fuck you good
But she ain't loyal
Yeah them niggas ride with you
But they ain't loyal
Yeah you got
All I do is beat the case
All I do is beat the case
All I do is beat the case
All I do is beat the case
I ain't never go to jail
I ain't never gon'
the goon platoon is on the flavor trip
We beat down London, we slayed LA
Got an APB on the jams we play
So when you're on the stage cold grabbin' your
keep it tucked
Blaster leave him faceless, now his corpse ain't really doin' much
Once I'm on a mission ain't no way to make me stop
Keep a target on ya
White Knight ain't retired I got more to give
Sippin' gin and tonic, don't you dare call me iconic
Blank Slate and Corpse Lord, sitting pretty in
a Lamb
Engine in sport and
I'm making her squeal
Tell by her form
She ain't missing no meals
Using a fork
When I'm eating her sundae
Ring on her finger
you beat
That it ain't got you licked
It can't get you crazy no matter how many
Times you might get kicked
You need something special all right
You
I beat it, I beat it, beat it
I beat that little pussy like she ain't never had a beef
She fell in love with the Homie and we ain't never-ever
my girl
She stays close on every bend
Ooh, she's a killing machine
She got everything
Like a moving mouth
Body control and everything
I love
Going up like NASA, got no alien blaster, treat me like a pastor
Got you on my radar, bet you stay scarred, yes I play hard
Hard on myself, not
Tight than a motherfucka with the gangsta beats
And we was ballin' on the motherfuckin' Compton streets
Peep, the shit got deep and it was on
Number
Tight than a motherfucka with the gangsta beats
And we was ballin' on the motherfuckin' Compton streets
Peep, the shit got deep and it was on
Number
I'm rocking that ironed polo tee, looking clean
Ain't got no time, for teeter to waste no time, any more, yeah
I fortify the fucking team
Anything I
the motto
Baby you with it
I gotta get it
She getting it rocking
Like she got a bottle
Yeah she got that bottle
Lookin like a model
(Yeh yeah yeah yea yuh)
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