Lyrics:
Touchin' on my body, closer to my lung
Posted on my bloodrush, I be goin' up
Bodies goin' up
I don't wanna hate, we just wanna have fun
Touchin' on my body,
made by men with itty bitty penises
The streets of this world they are my playground I explore them
Meet somebody I don't like and I ignore them
Had me 3 I had one on my neck
While the other I'm touchin her rib
Way too legit
They let me up in this bitch without checking the list
Look at the fit
(dog in the hood)
That can go to the projects (School Street, Home of the Brave)
By his fuckin' self and be good (good)
Yeah, nigga, ask niggas on my
broccoli
i don’t got time
for the hypocrisy
don’t hit my line
if u ain’t coppin shit
i try to b on time
time fly by
time irrelevant
whenever
i get
I can tell by the way, you lookin' at me, girl
I wanna make love in this club (ayy) (wanna make love)
In this club (ayy) (yeah)
In this club
a run up on n****z gunnin em down
And you confess dat I'm da best so who's touchin me now ?
Shipped three hundered thou wit a freestyle
F***in you
Trend you reckless
We got chops them clips extended
How y'all upping the score when y'all dying?
Said the Dummy a nigga supplying
Say I got hit by a bus
I can tell by the way, you lookin' at me, girl
I wanna make love in this club (ayy) (wanna make love)
In this club (ayy) (yeah)
In this club
like four flats
My nigga live by the gun, and you know that
He trippin', buy some' expensive
Rockstar denim, bitch I'm in it
Bitch my vibe, do you feel
livin'
Spit all over ya chin
Weezy be on some pimp shit
I see 'em, peep 'em, meet 'em, beep 'em
Later on if she ride
G 'em, freak 'em, by the weekend she
fuckin' around
2 eyes to the sky, 10 toes touchin the ground
Bitch nigga I am not your homeboy
We are not from the same home boy
My Nina Baker bring your
like I love LA
They be activated
Can't tell proof on how my mouth was runnin'
Then they heard the solo album's comin'
"Duck Seazon 3" locked
somewhere else
Pretendin to be pushin the V's
Then two fiends walked up to me
Brought me back to reality
He want three and he want five
But my packed
got my heartbeat racin'
The way you do it to me
Ain't nothin' that you can do to make me leave
Only wanna get through to me (yeah)
Whenever you're
3 oclock in morning
My baby looking yeah she moaning
We was turnt now she horny
We got to touching now she on me
You know I've always been
greedy
Don't be touchin all on my money 'cause that makes my honey look sleazy
Getten paid is like, good sex 'cause my money comes easy
My phat stack be
And they say we ain't hip-hop
Raised by Big Pop and 2Pac
Get your shit rocked
Smoke you like my pipe do
Ignite the flame (Lighter Sound)
If greatness was
side
And I think that shorty I've got a thing for you, yeah
Doin' it on purpose, windin' and workin' it
I can tell by the way you lookin' at me, girl
I
And I'm thinkin shawty I got a thing for you
Doin it on purpose, windin' and workin' it
I can tell by the way you lookin at me girl
I wanna make love in
else) and I got hella gear
My earring is nice the price
3 townhomes in delaware
Uh tomato porsche lookin' like tomato sauce
Hip hop hooray I got to get
the rips in 'em
Gen 5 Glocks, extended clips
Shit'll get ignant
"Rio, why your pop look like that?"
It's a six in it don't be steppin' 'round my
Kitchen by
Lake, Parts 1-3
Rise up, my love
See the new sun
You'll find someone
Waiting, prone, in your garden
Right underneath your nose
All these girls in
when I hit the YO
Back when they told me to stick to sports
Standing by it always had a choice
For the three’s I could still rejoice
See God’s mercy when
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