Lyrics:
she was a thug 'cause when I met her she had a scarf on
5411, size 7 in girls
Babyface, would look like she was 11 with curls
Girlfriend (what)
she was a thug 'cause when I met her she had a scarf on
5411, size 7 in girls
Babyface, would look like she was 11 with curls
Girlfriend (what)
What makes you tick? I wanna see
Ain't no frontin', baby boo, where you at, I wanna be, ha
Shorty get down, good Lord
Baby got 'em up open all over
need to chill with the gun play
(New York City y'all) Police are at the door
the Magnum was by the ashtray
(Look at shorty y'all) He bout to go out
bangles on
Word up, the girl look good
I'ma 80's baby, paid in full
Look at my rope chain, now check my belt buckle
Put my gazelles on my eyes, now I'm
a basketball
Got me focus no Adderall
Every time I need it
I gotta call
No stress
No x
Just ecstasy
Look good
But better
Next
To me
Pinned down
No referee
Get
hold a bitch
I got a couple by my side couple more want to kick it
She want the COMME des GARÇONS they look good it the pictures
But when I really break
think He a kingpin
cin't no getting through to a know it all
They hadn't talked in while then one day shorty get phone call
Hello
Hi uh, good afternoon
car good
My family good
My God good
(Look)
Living cause I got a purpose (Purpose)
All the hard work is worth it (Worth it)
I don't have time for
lonely heal my downside
Shorty wanna
Get by
Sit tight
Slide into my two door for ride
No she's never been with such a guy
No she's never felt a stronger
pressure
Every bag get flipped twice I want the extras
And please don't call my phone with all the extras
Shorty so-so that shit whatever
But this money shit
a burger
Slipped and became the victim of his own murder hunger
He got put six feet under by a small shorty that was younger
And this type of street
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
gold
Shorty in the back you hear her working on my lingo
Blue bills, look like Stitch no Lilo
Way I run the game you would think I had the cheat code
I’m
Look it’s a lotta things change
Now she call me Rob Ace by my government name
And I fuck off money on my brothers with fame
And I smoke fat blunts
cigar
Shorty rather lay by the pool side
Than stay by a fool's side
Been sleepin' on yourself too long
Time to flip the pillow over to the cool side
the good in you if it's including your clothes
I'll guide this queen by myself to go take her seat on her thrown
I can see the look you give me when you're
Know I got the game
When I pass by I know exactly what you say
He's so fly, yes he's so cool
Hey shorty, hey shorty what it do
He mad cuz I'm looking but
way to live
So let's get this shit and go and stack our money to a mil
Look, You and me together shorty life could be so good
I ain't come up off
gon' tell you that it's life
But fuck it
Some shit cut deeper than a scythe
Look at all this shit I manifested
Look at all this time and all this effort
the time that we had together
This love for you gon’ last forever
Shorty, I hope you get to read this letter
See, everyday I thank the lord that we meet
My pockets obese so
Shorty gon' pull up on me
She know I stay with the tree
I ain't gon' trick, imma treat
Money ain't nothing to me
I just want top,
we on
Shorty be screaming and moaning
I'mma hit it til' the morning
I'm in my zone
I'mma make it on my own
I'mma get it by my lonely
I walk on the beat
you be mine
Vardy or shorty she had a watch to match
I saw her from a distance, yeah she fine
Step by step, I made my way closer
I had a joke, but Im
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