Lyrics:
away now wither away
One false move and that shit going down
Theres tons of blood on the leaves and I aint tryna drown
Theres tons of blood on the roots
I'm coming around like your friend now
I think you should shut up and sit down
Don't want your jewels, I want your drugs
Don't want your money,
big smirk on her face
And I thought, "Oh no"
And she sucker punched Debbie
Knocked her ass down to the ground
And spit in her face and walked back
And it's over, yeah
When I get you naked, naked
I get you naked
She want me to go down, down, down, down
She like when I go down, down, down, down
and by myself, I be jerkin..
.. on to the chorus
I want that purple Cadillac with the lime green ragtop, yeah
Lovely lady, girl you drive
body
But she ain't gettin' shit outta none of these pockets (nope)
Nah, she ain't gettin' shit outta none of these wallets
Broke down a bowl just
can't tell what is real
If she buss it down then im paying the bill
I won't buss it down 'til i get me a mill
Til i get me a mill
The bando is a serious
never would know though
She slowing it down just to ask for a photo
Just know that I'm fuckin I may be for sure though
Soldiers on me like I'm fresh out
all along
Her thunderstorms
She loves herself
Treats he self
With new titties
And smaller belt
She takes her dollar bills
And uses them
To sculpt
She don't want Good
She just wants Boys and Drugs
She just wants Boys and Drugs
She don't want Good
She just wants Boys and Drugs
She just wants Boys
talk to your mother, she told me she love me
All she wanna do is just hold me and hug me
Wants nobody but me, she showed me the duggy
Can I get
a speech about how she's feeling
But I'm more intrigued by her lilac ceiling
Any time now there's a question pending
She wants to confirm a romantic ending
street
Then she ain't never met a nigga like me
Shawty get low put it down on me
I'm Shawty LO, LOVE
Shawty u a bad bitch, yeah U
Don't worry about them
(Chorus One: Erykah Badu)
When she wants plenty, she gets plenty
When she wants plenty, she gets plenty
When she wants plenty, she gets plenty
the girls stay wetter than Michael Phelps
And she get right down to the business
She stimulate the five senses
And she like it when I grab her hair
But I
You namin' who?
I know you ain't bringin' that lame crew
Big Boi, they the phat sacks
She pretty D, all they same, boo
But I'm backed by
let go
Control ways like Nintendo
Baseline like she want wine and limbo
When she roll she go solo
Drop the hillside down by the valley road
Now that's
with me
They got Rollies on they wrist
Uh, I want everything my niggas want
Except for the hoes they fuckin'
Roll that window down and nigga
We get
college baby, now have you?
Go get a job interview, your bad-ass kids a curfew
And skip that "Bills Bills" shit broads is goin' through
I know this
to let down
She gon fuck with you
First to make all your bills blue
They questioning my wants
Asking "Whatcha boutta do"
Oh, It's time to choose
Everyone
don't need mine, she said leave mine alone
There ain't nothin that's more sexy
Than a girl that want, but don't need me
Young independent, yes she work
lit
Search me if you want you ain't getting shit
Cheez
Life's been great
Made a bill by the beach with a weed cafe what a lovely day
These tourists
pile it up, and pick it by the lot
If we throwin' all these bills, you better race me to the top
Damn, girl, had these niggas sweatin' you all day
Now
please
I don't want my insecurities
she spends all her money
on the clothes she wears
maybe they'll hide
her current despairs
pieces of fabric
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