Lyrics:
fuck girl I ain’t ask if you was taken
Pussy nigga something that I know I cant relate wit
I been toting sticks that’s known to leave the building vacant
only got one shot
Way too short this life
We own it own it
We call it call it
She’s got a smile that got me feeling something
She’s so good at day but
Guaranteed to make it clap
Hit it from the back
She love the way that I attack
Hit you five times
Multiply it by nine
If you do the math
That equals forty five
but hey
I ain't too much into Phillie's
But split a Dutch and I'll re-fill it
And I ain't friendly, so nope, ya can't hit it
I smoke good trees
Yo
on the leather, and rub the wood
See we got boppers in Texas oh man that pussy look good
So I let them hoes ride and I show them a grip
But she blinded by
aint got to bond
I was just cooking shit up no Fl
I got the shit that you put in the oven
I got to make sure she the right one
Before I go out the way
very special cognac
She want me to own that but tonight I can't afford that
So im just chilling I got a good feeling
She got that good good but aint got
la
One hitter quitter, shawty know that I ain't playin'
Boom
Boom shakalaka, here comes the chief rocka
Smoke good with T-Pain, and Snoop
Some things you have to see for yourself
Francis Ford, fuckin' with them hoes
You niggas still can't afford
Made so many mistakes I know that my
ready for it
Last year, coulda signed for six figures, that ain't my story
'Cause one day, I'ma be rich, nigga, and give the glory to the most high
control, but damn it, it gets old
She's codependent on you
Sorry that ain't love, you won't change for no one
So I know I'm too good for you
I bet when you
drive by occassionally
And if one day I happen to see her outside, she wave to me,
Imagine what she'll say to me
This ain't no time to be afraid no more
but they ain't get it boa the mental is drastic
Ima do what I gotta do , it's for my own good
I'm hoping that they pass me up , cuz all the bros should
next to me
The latest coupe, way too fast, you can't get next to me
And I want the smoke, for real
These 40's, I tote, for real
.45, no colt
Nigga
the picture window
She finds the slinky vagabond
He coughs as he passes her Ford Mustang
But Heaven forbid, she'll take anything
But the freak, and his
the picture window
She finds the slinky vagabond
He coughs as he passes her Ford Mustang
But Heaven forbid, she'll take anything
But the freak, and his
to blow up, gonna snatch that crown
Like it's something I founded
And I’m so astounded
By all the love that I got for my EP
The darkness is gone life is
to blow up, gonna snatch that crown
Like it's something I founded
And I’m so astounded
By all the love that I got for my EP
The darkness is gone life is
morals, they ain't got nothin' they live by (nothin')
Seen a fiend from 2005, said she still high
I ain't have a dollar in my pocket, I was still fly
even though it was enticin'
I ain't married yet, so it's rocky on my right hand (whoa)
And I'm on stage by myself, ain't with the hype man
Go ahead
more than once
So what's good it's what you want
I can pack a power punch
And it's just like grandmas candy i just keep it in the tuck
Boy Colt ain't
ends
Bible scriptures in our songs, we never say amen
We ain't seventeen but we still runnin' shit
I'm middle class but I still hit a lick
And swear she
it'd all be grey
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad
It's not so bad
Dear Mr. I'm Too Good To Call Or Write My Fans
it'd all be grey
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad
It's not so bad
Dear Mr. I'm Too Good To Call Or Write My Fans
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