Lyrics:
Got no feelings that I'm masking the only thing I'd like to ask is
The people that always been sleeping on me ain't the ones that chilling by my casket
I aim fo, that's how the game go
Baby like the way I wake her up,
Cause I'm a gangsta I grab her by the butt
Pull her to my side, I'm in deep
Woke
(AyoAA) yeah
Uh, the first cup is like magic
The second cup, I want the baddest
By the third cup, I'm causin' havoc
By the fourth cup, I let him
dick the hardest, Anne Klein don
Coochie cutie, Chanel number 9 for the booty, now you wanna stare?
This butt's for studs all the rocks that I wear
Ice
just give it up
You tried to beat me in a game that I made up
And by the time you learnt the rules and tried to change your fate
Its too little too late
Jacme
Take it in the butt yah, yazz wha
I got land in Switzerland
Even got sand in the Marylands
Bahamas in the spring, baby, it's a Big-Momma thing
You claim if you get knocked by the cops
You'll give 'em not even a statement
Walk in the arraignment
Shoot the bailiff, karate kick the plaintiff
Every time I see you trying to lift some really heavy thing
You can always count on me to help by saying something encouraging
If you get drunk and pass
own business
someone knocked on the door the teacher said who is it
this girl walked in my imigination ran wild
she stole my heart just by the way that
I still wake up kindled
So up that treble, let it ring in my ears
Until I'm gripping onto every little thing I hold dear for dear life
Guess I'm
Verse 1:
There's this thing that catches my eye
Every time you walk right by
cnd every time I try to look the other way
But I just can't when it's
counting all of my green for real
I don't want to be for real
But you stood by my side for real
We wasn't even a thing for real
I'm off of the pills for real
the back? Give that ass a smack
Bet your man won't do it like that
Can't work the middle, plus his thing too little
Let me grab your ta-ta's, do
the back? Give that ass a smack
Bet your man won't do it like that
Can't work the middle, plus his thing too little
Let me grab your ta-ta's, do
butt
And after all the time she spent building it up
You lollygagging up there, you ain't half doin' nothin'!
And after all of the things that she's
I grab the mic
(Grab the mic)
And get you high
(Get you high)
Because I say the things that I know that you like
(I know you like)
I take
still mean that
I will kick a ill, malicious like mean rap
Suckers they forced me, to knock em all out and
They think they know things, like what I'm
let the thing pop
Took his eye out, picked it up and played ping pong
Then he played ping pong with his own ding-dong
That motherfucker's got nuts
To a place that you only dream of when you're all alone
And you can go by feel
'stead of circumstance
But the power's in beliving
So give yourself a chance
who're tripping
I know and it shows, I can look at your nose
And just tell that you're effected by the e-g-o
On the downlow
On the downlow
What that ni**a do? Not a thing at all
(Pa pa paw) All these black and blues got us wiggin' out
Here's another bruise, hold that swelling down
Like Monopoly dice
That's how it was
That's how it is
I'm still just doing my thing
You heard me then
You hear me know
It's got the same kind of ring
know, that's just how I used to fuck
With the big old butt
You think I ain't know? You
Ain't had to tell me, cuz
I appreaciate the love
But you know how
call me a slut, who gives a fuck
That's fine nigga, shit, I'm a good with mine
I can tell by your shoes you know what I want
Fuck a prenup, give me
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