Lyrics:
at them like brothers this a trap
While trying to fuck the bitch that passed by like
She ain't a trap I snapped cause he start talking that shit
That he say
in
He said he'd call her when he gets
There but her phone don't ring
And in that moment, she knows
Her dad planned the whole thing
Akin got rushed by
on the floor
Hornified, can't deny a certified pro
On the pole upside down (This shit for real!)
69, plenty of times to pay a bill
By day she's a clerk, by
Got a bitch on the floor wit some wet wet
She a bust down if dat money right she'll fuck the whole set
She want it I got it
Play wit dat pussy I got it
People would laugh at you-
CINDERELLA, STEPMOTHER, & STEPSISTERS
Nevertheless,
I/she still want/s to go to the Festival
And dance before the Prince.
When them bills due, niggas get ready cause no bullshit I'm buyin'
I'm a government baby, let me get my cheese, let me get my cheese
Got a Chevy trailer
O dub
That's why she stay right by my side
Like LL she's so bad
She like when my troop's sag
My tattoos, she like that
Anything she want, she got
washing by myself
Packing all the garbage checking on the Bells
Sipping of a pills paying of a bills washing of a steal
She don't even do anything i just do
gonna want me
And pretty soon
You're gonna need me
No baby
I'll hurt
Today
But I
Promise you
I'll be
Ok
Get up go
And get down
This is
For those
That
Bill's old gal Saddie
And she said, "Have you seen my baby?"
And I told her, he was downtown in the can
Well, old Saddie she started fussin'
She went down
You get stole off, ron artest
I don't wanna be with you, no
I'm trying to fuck all hoes
I need real sisters, bitch
I think I'm bill withers, whoa
a nigga like me, had to get down for mines
And I shoulda won a fuckin medal
For takin both of these bitches, to the other level
Bushwick Bill
chicken like popeyes
Just like kfc yeah
Told my slime got to work
Thats busy b
Come get yo ho the bitch keep stressing me
Yeah
She want my bread just like
But I broke your heart and, bitch, I do it again
So young and tender, also fine
Tryin' to get Short Dog all the time
I take what I want, you can keep
want to be down with my business, we meet up
Schemin' like a demon on the couch with your feet up
Playin' like a summer may stain by far
Got mad I had
counterfeit bills
Now some folks say the best
Things in life are free
I sure don’t get no lovin' livin' honestly
She wants money (What she wants)
She wants
bumping Bill Withers (Withers)
Swishers on Schwarzenegger (aah)
Matter fact, nah nigga, they on Boa Constrictors (yeah)
They'll choke a nigga
These
mother's ballgown
I'm son of a stubborn old one track jackal prince
Trucking with prime directive just to get the goods and never fall down
Ate the city
to our Mom
Unless she humiliated you, by your lack of success
Humiliated you, on every phone call
That's why I didn't call her but every two weeks
Yet you
nigga
Got a runner bitch, bitch
Out here running shit, shit
She don't want no steak, steak
She gone eat the dick, dick
Down to train a hoe
You ready,
work, I gets down for bank deposits
Mad? I ain't, Bad? You ain't (Bossy)
Dropping, sacks, at Sack's for satchels by some Rag and Bone mossy
Ya nigga?
to pay up motherfuckers, these are the wages of sin
Yo Bill, I come to get you out of this motherfucker
Now I want you to come over here, it's okay
Down on my
Down on my luck
Down on my
Down on my
Down on my luck
Down on my luck and behind on the bills
We grinding and still
Don't see no results
I wish to go to the festival
More than riches
And the ball
I wish my cow would give us some milk
More than anything
I wish we had a child
I want
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