Lyrics:
the game go chains hang low Mann
Im gone smoke with the the darkest wood in the pack
She gone sit with the darkest niggas in the back
How you gone throw
goes by so fast
One day I'm looking over my shoulder at the past
Now everybody's got to go, got to be, got to get somewhere
Baby, don't forget about
But baby, I'm plum give out
If you ain't a good girl by Christmas
He said he's gonna take it all back
If you ain't got it right come Christmas
This that type of shit make you wanna start a mosh pit
Throw fist throw bows
Make you wanna fuck hoes
Oh no
Boutta get a motherfucker pissed
Cause he
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CU recognizes that it sits on the traditional territories
And ancestral homelands
Of the Arapaho, Cheyenne, Ute
And many
didn't know how to maintain
I had to let college fall to the backburner
Now im ready, its no time to waste
Going back to school, that degree ima chase
They
dream yeah
Sat by the beach, tell them pinch me yeah
I'm a beach boy like the sixties
And I got a little beach baby rocking with me yeah
She throw it in
after four, niggas quick to bust the back door
Baby (huh), open your blouse while I joust another nigga's spouse
Quick Jamaican dick style all in they
nigga 'round, they saying greatness is my tendency
No such thing as sympathy, more money, my remedy
Pockets on, heavy D, bitch I'm hot, third degree
nothin' stops my chips
I boss play you with this, then twist you lame tricks
Holler if you understand my plan, ladies
Fuck havin' babies by them shady
down in yo cat
You moaning screaming
I like it
Scratches on my back
And I just know that you like it
When I pipe it
Just don’t fight it
Baby don’t fight
that ass up
You a freaky bad girl back that ass up
We got money over here back that ass up
Twerk twerk twerk twerk twerk twerk baby
Twerk twerk twerk
this one for my thugs
Hey yo, niggas want to drive by the hood and dump
Come on stupid, I clap up from your hood to the trunk
Foot on the floor,
keep it tucked by my racks
Ooh, baby, I can make it rain, cause I felt like that
Baby gave me neck until I passed out, had me falling' back
She just rode
You caught me by surprise baby
That big ol' ass on top of them thighs baby
I just want to know if you tryna slide baby
Why don't you and your friends
Back in high school, Tamika was the sweetest, the bomb
Hot to death, though in tenth grade a teenage mom
Knocked up by some thug named Russ in
bad
Here go some money gon shake dat ass and throw it back
All that ass tryna throw but you can't
Bend dat ass over or I'm bout to get a drink
She
baby
I throw in a ring
But we in front of a crowd baby
You makin' a scene
Will you please just
Say you walk around
With no place to go
And there is not
back round
Ooo Ooo
I like the fact you keep it true
And that's why I fucks with you
I love to know that how
If I throw her a pack
She going to hold that
Tell my horse
He said broads call me Vaughny
I make sure I throws 'em back if they's too scrawny
Or boney, phoney MCs use a stand-in
Leave him hangin
forever I don't like to jinx
Ice out your body lil baby the rink
You want it now I'm on the way
Baby get ready I'll be there by eight
Ft cool but I like
you and your family
And she throw it back raw like you tryna raise a whole family
Baby bounce
Baby bounce
She a baddie she got it no doubt
She litty
the rolodex, I'm goin' through a cycle
I ain't really wanna party, but I might go psycho, like
What up with it? I'ma kill it, I'mma hit it baby, step back
it's a fact
Fuck the drama, take me back
It's the way you hypnotize me (hypnotize me)
Study your face, like a fucking degree (fucking degree)
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