Lyrics:
talk wikus
I eat her out
She don’t come with dishes
On my face she be sitting
Give her space if she trippin
Listen Yeah
Who know this consistent
I body
to riches, I ain't tryna go back to the rags
My new lil' bitch been tripping, I ain't really tryna be no dad
I thought you seen it in me, I'm a star
Won't
cars, and after I finish my verse
The boys gonna see me huffin, huffin and puffin
Sitting in this booth, bout to run up on op boy and pull out his tooth
momma taught me that if I
Was in a grocery store
And I’m by myself and a
Stranger grabbed my hand
Scream at the top of your fucking
Lungs if I
at 11: 00 y'all was
Leavin' 6: 00 in the mornin'
Cause them underage bitches had to be
To school by 8: 00
My belt always a lil' loose
To get a handgun
to warm 'em up, then I called all of my fellas
The inside every car made of leather (yeah, yeah)
Waste the drink, change the car, it's whatever
While
a biter, you be barking
Mr Big he live in mansions
But trap out them apartments
My mama say I'm bad, she gotta wonder where my heart went
Bitch I'm toting
the club, get some oxygen
Your friends say I'm a player
You'd be lucky to keep me
You know people gon' be
Talkin' 'bout us weekly
My car be in a robbery
P-O-R
play the harp fool
The streets is my philanthropy
These beats help a nigga keep his sanity
I'm riding round New York in my car, mellow
Smoking on that
I Made You!
Yes I Made You!
Mr. Potatohead I Made You!
I Made You!
I Made You!
Mr. Potatohead I Made You!
there's no batteries in my back
I show you
her uniform pants are so tight
She read me my rights
She put me in her car, she cut off all lights
She said I had the right to remain silent
Now I
ain't speaking
Game and 50 Cent beefing
Then Cease got Lil' Kim knocked
I'm hearing all this from the jail
While I'm sitting in my cell
And I
your head, like I got your ass on record
Tune, don't be so cruel, Tune don't be so rude
Nah, fuck that, fuck these lil niggas, fuck these lil dudes
By
lil' bitch, please
Tun', they pussy in a can, Friskies (yo)
I got ten up on my pinky ring and twenty on my bracelet
Now these niggas kissing ass,
with its in the past but you just passed by and gasped when
you seen my white ass i bet it sucks that you cant grab what you
cant have its simple it was
gas
She could make a car start
New this chick named Shirley
She acted so perky
But lil did I know that the chick had herpes
Tried kissed me in my
difference from my hussein to Mr. Bush
Death and deception it's the brew the devil cooks
I told ya'll niggaz it's a war outside
But these niggaz don't
her uniform pants are so tight
She read me my rights
She put me in her car, she cut off all lights
She said I had the right to remain silent
Now I
the car but you know I be pushin' the white.
Dippin' Chevy in syrup,
Digital dash,
No bank accounts,
My money in bags.
Go do the physics,
Cause
the car but you know I be pushin' the white.
Dippin' Chevy in syrup,
Digital dash,
No bank accounts,
My money in bags.
Go do the physics,
Cause
a restart
You kept me in the dark
Now you're fucked up and you're run down
But I still wish that you were driving by my side of town
No more wishing on your
And acknowlegde me when I'm right
(Baby)
Lil bitch, If ya hard head ass listen I might
(Lil Wayne)
be I'm all ears
(Baby)
Get yo ass in this car
(Lil Wayne)
months pregnant with Ryan
I figured I'd go to the East by
My T for some peace and quiet
I ended up running the
Streets with my cousins, sitting in the back
nothin' from me, I won't even dick her
I walk in the bank, they address me by Mr
Fuck the hoe from the back, make the bitch grab a pillow
Catch me a opp
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