Lyrics:
mean it, yeah
That mean it was all bad, I think I'm better off leavin', yeah
I don't have time for stressin', no more time for disagreements, no
Too
sound
she better hope, that you better mind
mix me over my, debt (left,let?) be wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiide! (whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!)
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Ford
And I ain't thugging, they clapping at me, a encore
Got a dark heart, bright mind, make women crazy
I give her D, I throw up two, I call that shit
these half rapper robots
Shorty dropped phone dress is too short can't even squat
Outside isn't hot but I can tell which girl a thot
She a baddy she ain't
\"You're right it's getting late
You and me got work to do
We can't be burning daylight too
She took down the long lead rope
And stayed off that
to the part where his records
Could 'fford him a couple Fords like "Lord, ain't he gifted?"
Christmas just doesn't fit him, I need my own holiday
And by
you can get faked
Out by the bitch that you feelin'
'Cause you thought that she was an angel
That bitch ain't no angel, I treat her halo like
to poke 'em like a cactus
Told that bitch to roll the Philly for the game, and she talking about practice
The Maybach is A.I
Artificial intelligence
are colder than Sweden
So Boy Better Know that it’s gun season
Don't think I'm wearing gloves for no reason
Kill Devilman and dump him in Neasden
My
At length she spoke O Enoch, you are wise
And yet for all your wisdom well know I
That I shall look upon your face no more.'
Well then,' said Enoch, I
the Glo
Pop out
Hop out
Jumpin' out the Ford
We getting too live
And she don't care
That I really ain't got moolah
She get me hard
'Cause she something like
colors stones, it look like it's sherbet
I'ma kill that pussy, get convicted for murder (I'ma kill him)
I ain't whippin', servin', bitch, we pay for
Raggedy-ass bitches
That bitch ain't no good
Look at your face all frowned up
The only thing you got goin for ya is your fake tits and round
okay
I wonder how she felt when she found out that he was gay
That's who you cheated on Will for, let me fuckin' stop
August gon' fuck around
bitch want to tango (Ok)
I give her that good pipe (On god)
She blow like volcano (Huh?)
I get them dollars
I'm getting them pesos (What?)
And that shit
The video was made by Ezell Ford's cousin
KCAL 9 Elsa Ramon is live tonight in Mission Hills
where she's been talking to the Los Angeles Police Protective
might pull out them extensions
My intentions is good for her
She like that I'm rich and a lil hood for her
I beat it right and leave it good sore
Real
She's the leadеr (Queen)
She's the shit, she's the queen
She's the winner (Queen)
Miley don't fuck with that loser
That think he can come and grab
Her by
five different iPhone's only picking up for that grip
Any time they come around here nigga
We ain't gonna let up on you pussy niggas
We just get ready
with me, they spray you up like Tom Ford
Got a lot of homies that'll ride too
They just wanna see ya eyes to the sky view
They ain't even make it out
from a different soil (Lord)
Your flame too low for that water to boil
If I wasn't rappin', the calls would stop
You ain't really happy for me, you
Ford
And I ain't thugging, they clapping at me, a encore
Got a dark heart, bright mind, make women crazy
I give her D, I throw up two, I call that shit
lane they ain't Ford Tough
How you niggas want my spot ain't work for it
How you niggas want a spot and ain't working out
Stick to trapping out the spot,
get snaked, you can get faked
Out by the bitch that you feelin'
'Cause you thought that she was an angel
That bitch ain't no angel, I treat her halo
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