Lyrics:
maybe cus of my game
Yea, she got my dick stiff like a statue (what she reply)
Is that true? (why would I lie)
Cus if I fuck, and don't call back, then
(In the jungle surrounded by snakes
I count up sum hunnids dey blue in da face
Real trap blues ya dig, real blues in da trap
Sum lil playa shit, ya
looking like bout two pockets
Right pocket looking like I'm never stopping
I got Benjamin franks, Grants
Down to Jackson's
And I can bet it all
They gone
I'm on a bye
Another flight swear by now I should've touched the sky
Switched the wardrobe on em I guess I'm gettin' fly
You know I never really cared
collar cover the Cubans
She need pads like Ewing
I hope you know what you doin' (Look)
Some paid 4-5 serious
I come through, 4-5, serious
Slay got me Shade
lets have a little bit of rhythm
and a little bit of blues now
and now the swinging bass guitar one time
and now you got cold ryhthm and blues
Jackson's she let you beat it
We balling got the opps hot but this ar can heat sense
Don't call me about no ho I put the bro on her
I just spent racks
gettin' wild
Dirty dancin' in a diesel to a deep southern sound
Saturday night I'm knee slappin' to Alan Jackson
With Coca Cola and a splash of Jack in
me what's on your mind
She's got a rhythm from a red car, she's got a rhythm from a red car
Here we go baby, takin' a turn for the better
I work your
Ringin' that blue bell
Caught up in sunlight
Come on out singing
I'll walk you in the sunshine
Come on honey, come along with me
She's got everything
Sugar Magnolia blossom's blooming
Head's all empty and I don't care
Saw my baby down by the river
Knew she'd have to come up soon for air
Sweet
Wit' rent still?
A bitch won't make it past first
Base if I curve her
Unless she got Angels In The In Field
I keep a 40 below, a 45
You add the wind
that coochie, you can tell she got that work (it's Sexyy)
Beyoncé concert, I'm beyond turnt (ooh)
If I come out this shirt, baby might forget
I'ma see you in Hell (inhale)
Battle rap? Boy you wouldn't win a debate
The type of legacy I got
You don't get by mistake
Man don't let them amp you up
the blues
Roll over Beethoven
And tell Tchaikovsky the news
I got the rockin' pneumonia
I need a shot of rhythm and blues
I caught the rollin' athritis
Beethoven
And tell Tchaikovsky the news
I got a rockin' pneumonia
I need a shot of rhythm and blues (woo)
I think I got it off the writer
Sittin' down by
in my mattress
So I can write a bar saying that I'm sleeping on Andrew Jackson's
They say I'm Irish cause my capital is Dublin
My iris's are blue like
eye
Tells her now it will heal faster
She said "I told doctors that
I happened to fall over
It's funny you call me Smurf
Now I'm blue all over
Be
"Boy, ain't you got any other songs than these?"
I go walkin' after midnight, goin' where the lonely go
I got heartaches by the number, hear that
broke em all down and we all got high
And niggas don't be trippin don't be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like
here, got me lookin' around (Wooh)
You would freeze up like me if you had seen this diva (Damn)
Looking like as if she's the Girl from Ipanema (Shit)
I
can't stand a ho with no rhythm
I can't tell if the ass factual or fiction
I can't really tell if she twerkin' or twitchin'
How many of you hoes out
Adidas
We fire, y'all retire
All ugly people, please be quiet
Hov ain't get a beat from me in a minute
He heard "Just to Get By" and I was re-hired
I got
I was born to be, born to climb
Can't hide from me, me say me born to be high
I was born to be, born to climb
Gangsta
Dance to the rhythm
Gangsta,
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