Lyrics:
fifty
Can't you tell by my cut why I'm pimpin'
And if I hit one time she's limpin'
And if he trick one dime he's simpin'
'Cause we don't do it like
Why we gotta be turnt every time I'm reaching for your heart, now
If we gotta be turnt I guezz I'm reaching for some more, now
Why we gotta be turnt
Dickson
She wish she had me
Under lock and key
Need my money promptly
So she bring it to me
Gotta get your own bitch, this dick ain't free
I'm only covering
B.I.G, look
The universe been throwing me all the signs except stop it
Niggas been plotting on me, but here's the plot twist
I can't throw fists no
I started in this shit
They see what I got and, man, it's hard to be content
Fuck what they got goin' on, I gotta represent (ayy)
My head is
motherfuckin' boys (boy)
When I'm in the city, I be in them fuckin' foreigns (toy)
I can't shop with you 'cause I know your fuckin' source (source)
You gotta
Between love and having chemistry
Seen a chick walk by
I wasn't shy to be like Listerine
Asked her what she doing around six
Request to watch the screen
If
the fie, and turn to Hercules
But they must be out they mind, ain't no merkin' me
Right now I gotta' bad yellow bitch slurping me
I'm going raw, she gone
Shawty said she miss the old me
But I ain't going back no more
She says she love the way I use to be
A thug in her though
Shawty said she miss
Urban Legend you don't know me
My ferrari ass I'm horsin', I hit the gas she moisten
Them lame ho be like nuh-uh, this ol' pussy dick where her voice
these hoes, I need quarantine
In the same league, but we don't ball the same
(Ah) She want all the fame, I hear that shit all the time
She said she
better back the fuck back before I fuck you up
This that Hip Hop shit
This is that Smack DVD's not no Tik Tok shit
This that black timb boots ain't no flip
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
(We love you, Henry)
Lamborghini boys, we the ones who got it poppin' (poppin')
Ho got a cute face but she
lose the chance
Gotta love you long time, but you was a ten
I got a text from your ex, boy
She said to look through your texts, boy
I'm not
like urban
You never bust rapping just like you a virgin
Under your girl done hitting a belly like a surgeon
A hundred milli gotta get it brrr Birdman
like urban
You never bust rapping just like you a virgin
Under your girl done hitting a belly like a surgeon
A hundred milli gotta get it brrr Birdman
bands like Mariachi
She wanna marry Oxy
Gotta stay far away from the hoes
Only got one goal, wake up and get pros
Gotta stay far away from the hoes
Can't
she miss
Excuse me I been drankin' miss I gotta take a piss
When I come right back you better what's the biz
You running outta time by the numbers on my
Morrison
Return of the Mack, then break that ass off
Give me some Keith Sweat, ease back go off
Dry humping that kneecap till they scream last call
She
different people
We have a young man who's been followed by a secret admirer
She too once fronted on the rap
Let's look in on his story and see what
love my style when I'm rocking Sergio Tacchini x2
She love my style and the way I put it on, take trip with the god, I can't stay to long, cause I gotta
To harbour talent
Like what has been shown by B.V.A.
(B.V.A)
I hope I wasn't too offensive with my approach
(Woo)
But to be honest
She'll probably get
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
I been the type of guy she likes since middle school
Never thought that I'd get famous, always know that I'd be
BITCH
I got the bag
I ran it up
I don't be fucking with half of these
People they doing too much
And I gotta go
They want my soul
Imma dog she a bone
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