Lyrics:
Just give 'em enough to live
So have it your way instead
Bitches come regardless
They’ll lick your fingers the best
Shit ain’t just goin' be good
You’ll
by day but at night it's the pole
That college tuition ain't cheap
That's why they throwing money on the floor at your feet
Ummmm girl if your mama
the pole
That college tuition ain't cheap that's why they're throwing money on the floor at your feet
Ummmm girl if your mama only knew the world doesn't see
ow
And let me move you, ah
Come on little girl
Take me, take me by my hand
Come on, come on and tell me
I'm your sweet lovin' man
Come on, come
ow
And let me move you, ah
Come on little girl
Take me, take me by my hand
Come on, come on and tell me
I'm your sweet lovin' man
Come on, come
Raised by a queen mama told me tell no lie
Even when I'm grinding everytime she on mind
Even when all you niggas left she on my side
Im trying to pay
A motherless child , you were torn from your home
By decree of the county affairs
Good Christians, they gave you a lily-white dress
And shorn back that Indian
Promise we're fine
I want all that for you plus more, we will get by
Life ain't easy, please believe me
Ma work too hard for us to live on Dream Street Fly
with the ostrich eye
Come out your house without your pride
A coward dies a thousand deaths, tells a thousand lies
You see them lames? Tell 'em that
why would I need trees?
Got you by me like a pod with peas
Pretty much joined at the hip, you say that you love me I pray that it'll stick, cos
I don't
If my sister tour bus, ride through your town
You're gonna have a problem
Tell um Lil' Mama!
Uh uh, no way, you can show me how
Uh uh, no way, you
touchdown when I see her throw it
Your baby mama, got her deepthroating
…I like that throat baby, and ima let her know it
F**k that talking girl come and show
the presidents secretary is chillin' in his leather chair
[Chorus]
Lemon to a lime, lime to a lemon
When you need a toga-black, hire black linen
Your
and drive the fuck out the hood
Cause baby mama screamin', your daughter twelve months
Can't live life slingin' rocks and smokin' blunts
Hangin' with
and drive the fuck out the hood
Cause baby mama screamin', your daughter twelve months
Can't live life slingin' rocks and smokin' blunts
Hangin' with
All by myself
Your back against the wall
You feel like you ain't got nobody
That's how I feel
I'm all by myself
Look, life's hard
I'm trying to make
Bellisle be Bellisle
Bell-Bellisle Bell-Bell-Bellisle
Hey Kid Rock, tell 'em how your livin
Man I spend my birthdays at Denny's eatin southern
is was to run a mile
I tell you all of that to say
Sometimes to reach your goals you need a slow consistent pace
It's not a race
I have a friend she
me get this deal wit Chris, an Noo-Trybe
mama you died I cried
'cause you missed
the gold an platinum plaques
I bet you never thought yo little black
the shadow of the playground
You want to fight for your people
Don't you sal
Sal
Well, yeah if I got to
Umbrella man
Come here I want to show you
the fuckin' Sean Combs dance, follow me now
Who wanna come test the kid?
Have your baby mama bless the team
Shit, I ain't even know she could twerk it like
his whole family
I guess he couldn't take it
I give back, even if it ain't nothing big
Look at my grandma, terminal disease only got months to live
While she goes down
When I went to my bros
Told him help me please
Now we hop out the PJs
Hosted by the P
My old bitch yellin' come back
Come
that makes just me want to just go gay
You push commitment, but I will do as I please
My lap prefers a frozen bag of peas
Your nagging makes me want
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