Lyrics:
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
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
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
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
know what's wrong with me
Drop one in my drink and I let it dissolve
Still don't be enough for me
Whenever she call, I beat down her walls
So I don't
don't got no heart, so I can't show no affection
I don't pop no Wesson, I be smoking my sections
She say I'm aggressive (I'm aggressive)
Well, I ain't
to build
Niggas on decline and ain't on Hill
Only thing I got is timing I'm a kill
It's my time and that's for real
I told u niggas I ain't in the field
(Great John on the beat by the way)
For no back whens, look
Miss me once I'm gone, ain't for no back whens, nah, nah
Uh, uh, in my feelings
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)
rocked a vicious rhyme
Like I never did before
She said "damn fly guy I'm in love with you"
The Casanova legend must have been true
I said by the way baby
fiening do him 20 for a 8th
If you ain’t got $30 send your bitch my way
Everybody looking when I come thru nigga
Boy been real what I got to prove nigga
Say
a NASA Master Blaster
Type of Astronaut
Mama say mama sah mamma mongoosuh
88 MPH in my new car
Gotta date feelin great and I'm on fye
I ain't hot, I
me all you got, cause I'm really bout my cho
If she ain't bring no work, then I turn her to a hoe
Make her go and walk the blade, baby, go and touch
rollin', rollin', I ain't steppin' in weed
I got a bad bitch with me and I think she a freak
We about to make a movie girl, get the camera ready
Man it's
when I beat it
But my shoes tied
So I ain't trippin, I ain't trippin, I ain't trippin (I ain't trippin, ho)
I got lean and it's killing my kidneys
ex-girl because she couldn't
Make me cum twice
Same reason I like to gunfight
Squeeze 'til I bleed
So if you coming better come right
Living so foul I'll
Came with options got a choice
Now I'm rollin' like the Royce
Five'nine"
She a certified dime, yeah
We gettin' lost in the noise
Now we coppin' lots
to meet ya
I'm finna freak ya late at night
She a fiend the dick, beat pussy da wit pipe
Big bad wolf keep huffin and puffin
Up in the function Tooshort
She think that I love her
She think that I don't
Won't miss a beat in her body
But I cannot love her
If she she think I don't
She think that I
bitch justto beat it, yeah
She said, Tknox, why you evil, yeah
Switchin' my clothes like it's season, yeah
You ain't got motion, then beat it, yeah
You
hard, I can tell that things ain't right on the home front
What she really needs is a G like me to Beat a beat, beat it, beat it
Baby, I got things
test their luck out
Too much confidence, like you've necked a bottle
I got life by the balls put that bitch into throttle
Yeah we hash it out and she
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