Lyrics:
locked down hey that's the truth nigga
She gone away for the weekend, man she right uptown
Runnin around with my man Boogie Brown
I keep your arms in
times without even tryin
I'll beat that pussy up there's no denyin
Hit her where she doodie at, make that booty fat
Little cutie rat, walking by with
times without even tryin
I'll beat that pussy up there's no denyin
Hit her where she doodie at, make that booty fat
Little cutie rat, walking by with
times without even tryin
I'll beat that pussy up there's no denyin
Hit her where she doodie at, make that booty fat
Little cutie rat, walking by with
and ain't no pussy like new pussy that's how a nigga feel
bust three times throw her the peace sign
she sleep then my dick sleek and I ain't gotta call
Macho man out the toro
I'm a slim jim it's designated to your lady
Now that Benz friend I'm sliding in that new Mercedes
Or whatever her name is she just
And she like me she don't even like him (Ahaha)
But you know the kid, the president
She call him lol slim
She jus wanna fuck right now (What!)
Selling thug
And she like me she don't even like him (Ahaha)
But you know the kid, the president
She call him lol slim
She jus wanna fuck right now (What!)
Selling thug
then put yo info in my two way
Girl you a star me and you can make a movie
She said them diamonds on my chain look like kool-aid
And when I'm gone she
then put yo info in my two way
Girl you a star me and you can make a movie
She said them diamonds on my chain look like kool-aid
And when I'm gone she
to just play ball,
But as time when by, my ball partners they started to fall,
But I was taught by the G from that old school,
As I got older, the old
different then these niggas why you think you choose me
I like the way her body look she so slim and she petite
All that pain that I be feeling
I want you
Don't you know?
You're on in 5, kid
Make 'em squeal!
It's just one more villainous night
Sing your victims a lullaby
She pulls your trigger and it's
gonna hit it
I can tell by how you hold it
Play with me you getting folded
I don't know that bish
But it's a murder yeah she wrote it
Ima Pull up on him
and scrip 9 minute EF three
Playin by different bitches cuz my face in the paper
Profile done although she couldnt describe me I got the eraser
I don't
a rebel who never even met her before
She didn't make the news, but she makes a metaphor
For death standing behind everybody's door
But now she's gone
I carry tools in a duffel bag
Hundred stacks made my pants sag
Unload on your mind then skirt in the ride
Nobody can find, that's by design
Tea bag
gone on an odyssey
Shawty in love with the finer things
Treat her like Pam call me Martin P
One coming finer than Gina see
Stay on my grind till they
thinkin' 'bout shit I never had
Pass through the W.S. neighborhood
Knowin' I can do my best in Westwood
Cut off by a white BM, driven by a yuppie
He sticks
him grow up
See I was raised by nosi
But its just some shit she just can show me
I'm her only child that mean im outhere on my lonely
I was running wild
with the ice, when the
(crrrck) it'll quick drop
Passed by the trap, that's wassam
You can get by! Retarded!
Stripper getting money by the ziplock
dont look like johnny
If he fuck around, we stretch him like pilates
And my new bitch she slim thick, she came with a tight waist
And all that shit you
that's easy!
Huh yeah, ain't doing no more features unless that bitch gone come with Jesus!
This hoe wanna fuck, diamonds all in my pieces
She asked why I
in the face
55' light complexion
With a slim waist
She had ass at fourteen
I Barely had hair on my dick
Squeaky voice no bass
Crazy how it all started
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