Lyrics:
Yo, Ye
Yo
Yo, I'm at the London, I need you to swing by, pick me up
On my way
Aight
Look, let me tell you why they call it Lambchop
'Cause
it, I need it, yeah
Yeah, she turns me on
Alright, hold tight
I'm a highway star
Nobody gonna take my head
Now that I'm on the road again
all up on my wrist, hold up, my fist might roll the loud
Four choppers, sticks in the Chevy, that's the way we roll around
And for them bitches that
lookin' at the stars in the Wraith (hahaha)
While I'm gettin' head by your bae (yeah)
She like, "Poppy, I love how you taste" (woo)
She like, "Poppy, can
Got a big butt, a big slut who get bucks
You might look up and get your chick sucked
'Cause she's bi sex, keep her thighs wet
Spontaneous I don't know
view
Gun it to Luanda
Thats a double R
Flying through the power band
Just sent a piston to the stars
Seen them killers walking better walk the other way
friends with my mentor, No I.D.
And No I.D. told him
"Look, man, if you wanna mess with Kanye you gotta tell him that you like the way he rap"
I was all,
it's finna go up (Jesus)
A year done went by, her daughter just turned one (Lord)
And she's still dependent on her mom
Big brother in the streets, he
it's finna go up (Jesus)
A year done went by, her daughter just turned one (Lord)
And she's still dependent on her mom
Big brother in the streets, he
through, killed 'em
Four by four came tall, not a lift-kit
Trackhawk fast, on some young nigga rich shit
Lamb' truck look like a shark, I'm a big fish
won't
It it noo
My mind is saying
Nigga don't think it'll be worth it cuz it certainly awge
And we hit it everyday
Big ol' booty bitch
Tits look fresh
slow-Mo
Look
I'm in the bed she going slow-Mo
Shawty really bout to go and get that promo
Big Glock in my waist I might pull it out
Shawty really talking
like veggie?
Gyal go Ritz for the mani pedi
CC bag look nice but the Birkin bag look way more heavy
That's just a big gyal ting, man ya get me?
Raemi
me in traffic you know you gon Fold
I just been ballin' they call me the goat
Look at my ice yeah it matches wit gold
Fucked me a baddie
Now she just
Might Put Some Ice All In Her Chain
Big Ole Booty Big Ole Booty
6 That’s My Type Of Chick/ She Athletic On Pole Watch Her Hit The Splits
Big Ole
Beatfreakz
Star in the hood got a star in my waist got stars in the Wraith
Blend that cocaine straight down to the fucking cocaine base
Made that
name
Long way from that chirp
Strip pole in my bedroom
But I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk
I'mma kill my daughter if she twerk
Miley Cyrus is that
a quarter-pounder, threw the pickles on my rug
Runnin', movin' tabs expired
Girlies tryin' to dis 'n say my car looks tired
Hit my brakes, out slid skittles
Tinted
just take me to my cell
And I'll stay out of
Your way after the captain's great words of
Discouragement, I was handed a towel, two
Sheets, a toothbrush,
candy bar (Putting a smile on my face)
She looks like a movie star (You see me smiling, right?)
Like a chocolate candy bar (Yeah)
She looks like
all seasick, cause my flow is so wavy
The way that she stick by my side, that's why I call her my baby
Working so hard, gotta make it, I've come too
pay the cost
Amarisso she gon kill herself
I get big emotion when there's love involved no cap
Just look at the stars yeah
I can't put my pride
was bought by my mum not Herman.
Anyway, Glaucia wanted a way to get back at me and these prison boys seemed like the perfect way so she inserted her
better of ya self and ya life might change
cnd you might like change, but money even better
When ya lifestyle change 5 star dish wit a 5 star bitch
cnd I
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