Lyrics:
a dick like she makin' a baby
And I say that we gon' have to go to a quiet corner for just us two an'
Don't worry about who lookin, just keep on doin'
a dick like she makin' a baby
And I say that we gon' have to go to a quiet corner for just us two an'
Don't worry about who lookin, just keep on doin'
No strings attach
Baby I don't do the puppet show
Throw away them panties holes
Stand up on ya tippy toes
My girl stand on the steps
Who put the pussy
(strings)
Runnin' in the club, ice on the ring while I got bottles up
I'm a big dawg, you a little pup
She got more tipsy by double cups
Get my bands up
me
These days people kill everything good
Last year we lost TakeOff
Baby don't take off
I want you by my side everyday
Everyday, anyway, anyway
RIP
mini, money, mini, mini
It ain't all about the money
When I was hustler, two dogs by my side plus a black pistola
Loud MCs, feel the silencer
Y'all still
Tryna have my kids
Get it back get it back
Make it thunderclap
2 bands shoes strings
Like a mood swing
Double up make it jump
When she looking back
Shawty
Ooh
Girl and the way you flexing that g-string
And you got me tossing this money
I got hotel keys
Wanna leave wit me
Then baby girl hop inside
marbles nigga
But I got two sides
Damn it feels good to be back in the Yea Area I mean the Westside
With these motherfuckin West Coast Bad Boyz
looking for a friend
Maybe you could swing by my room around 10
Baby bring a lemon and a bottle of gin
We'll be in between the sheets 'til the late AM
Baby
Baby can I get your number,
Catch a readin',
G-String on yo hip,
Lookin' sexy with your belly ring
So, I walked over, stepped to you,
Played it
marbles nigga
But I got two sides
Damn it feels good to be back in the Yea Area I mean the Westside
With these motherfuckin West Coast Bad Boyz
I chose to live this life, I be stickin this dick up in these hoes hoes
'Til a couple of bitches bitches get caught by they niggaz
Niggaz
family
That's my word
We gettin ready to turn this s*** to the two and three zeros
Ya know what I'm sayin
Have all the clocks goin backwards
Have
schemes
But I'm laughin' last, down to get this cash with the Aftermath
You happy being local superstar showin' ya ass
I'm talkin' mo shit, but how
weight
Off the love I can't
[Fabolous]
Baby girl, why wouldn't fellas stop ya?
After we come through the hood in helicopters (yeah)
[Paul Cain]
I’m cuttin’ up inside the car
Team with me buildin’ up my repertoire
Hennessey, got me feelin’ like a superstar
You can see me, pullin’ strings just
Write my rhymes so I’m rippin' on mics baby come back stage
Gotta have you and I’m jumpin' on a whim astonished by your face
Ya te vi tengo el capricho
De
curfew's early
You ain't home by 2:30, you heard me?
Hey lady, hey darlin', hey baby
I'm sorry but I can't be your boyfriend
If you toy with my
weight
Off the love I can't
[Fabolous]
Baby girl, why wouldn't fellas stop ya?
After we come through the hood in helicopters (yeah)
[Paul Cain]
weight
Off the love I can't
[Fabolous]
Baby girl, why wouldn't fellas stop ya?
After we come through the hood in helicopters (yeah)
[Paul Cain]
about to sneak up on you and your crew
Ya know what I'm saying ayyo check 1-2
Ayyo masta killa I want you to put one up in 'em son
And show 'em you
replaying everything that you said
How many times a nigga can repent
I told you I was baby ain't nothing left
And this love two faced Harvey Dent
How'd you
weight
Off the love I can't
[Fabolous]
Baby girl, why wouldn't fellas stop ya?
After we come through the hood in helicopters (yeah)
[Paul Cain]
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