Lyrics:
game real tight making me so horny
Fine enough for us to fuck and be his baby mommy
You really don't know me
So I moves it slowly
Brush up and let
got a struggle
Every day you got a pain, yeah (pain)
Used to watch shit in doubles
And I still feel the rain, yeah
Ooo, know what? We don't feel
So much haters in the room
They may claim that they like we
We don’t know the truth (yeahh, bullet)
Them man praying that we lose
See how all dem
court
And your baby mama took you off child support
You at the club like
(Glory to the Lord)
Let's have a toast to coming up
You used to say you
(Hotrod on the track)
Chea (yeah)
Ayy, you know I'm lookin' for a five-star bitch, talkin' 'bout (burr, burr)
I'm talkin' 'bout a ho gotta be
leave with me
And you don't know because you got your girl with you
Bring her with you, bring her with you!
I got a place you can stay in my crib,
vest
Fear me like you fear God 'cause I bring death (yeah, yeah)
Silverback gorilla in the concrete jungle
I'm the strongest around, you know how I
the club popping bottles of that Bud
Giving all them dudes hugs and you just like me
She don't know how to act on the floor backing it back
Man I can't be
the club popping bottles of that Bud
Giving all them dudes hugs and you just like me
She don't know how to act on the floor backing it back
Man I can't be
the club popping bottles of that Bud
Giving all them dudes hugs and you just like me
She don't know how to act on the floor backing it back
Man I can't be
was president
Tell me where the melody went
And if you still care say "Yeah, yeah, yeah" (Carey like Mariah)
Sing it like they used to do
This one's
muthfuckaz
How you like me now?
Cuz dis country, way back
Laugh at bout it bout it
Now everybody screams they want to be rowdy rowdy
T-R-U what we claim
test me, please don't test me
Aye, like please don't test me
Please don't test me
Run up on you for your shit
Fuck your bitch and then I dip
Like please
Just heard from another bitch
Aight I know you
Lying bitch I can smell that shit
I can let you love me but I know she lying
Said that she don't wanna
, plus your man owes me
That clown don't pay
They straight killin' homie
Y'all don't gotta like me, screw y'all, blow me
I walk up in the club, bitches
The mall or makeda's
It could be either
Any spot getting mopped with a heater
Stake by the house like they waiting to greet you
Bullets are cordial they're
call me Frank B
How bout you officer, whatchu call yourself?
Oh this guy's a real wiseguy
Who's the young lady in the passenger seat?
You don't know
call me Frank B
How bout you officer, whatchu call yourself?
Oh this guy's a real wiseguy
Who's the young lady in the passenger seat?
You don't know
know why these man are
Messing with the team
When not even Rooney would risk it
You'll still see me
I go forward right by 3 3 3
I'm Jamie, don't watch J
though (Why you ain't step though)
Niggaz know I keep a heart stopper handy (Ok), serving candy
And I'm sippin' Cognac no Brandy (No Brandy) shout out
Bags, hella bitch, but ain't a damn thing for free
You know I'm from the Calliope so meet me on these ratta streets
A round rolled tablet, these fiends
kick much ass at the Playaz Club
I got a hoe named Reel to Reel
She got a buddy named SP 12, now, you know the deal
We getz freaky in the studio
[Doe Mac talking]
Woo
You know we had to do it
Come on ya'll
Mishon Let's go ahead and get to this remix
He only 10
Let's make em turn
Come on let's
on both wrists
Talking like a know it all but you don't know shit
How the fuck yo fit ten bands and you got no drip
Man I'm so sick, like I got the flu hoe
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