Lyrics:
wasn't even there, nigga! Ayy
Bro, I'mma come clean, you got me
Jay in first
I'm in third! Where the fuck you at?!
Yo blue! What place did you come in?
a deeper dive now i'm deeper in it
Please excuse me, don't so the excuses
He took you out to arby's but a day with me is ruth chris
I fly you in private
and T-T-Tell me, girl, that's okay
Callin' me day by day, pickin' up like, what you say
She saids as she cries I, sh-sh-sh-sh-sh-should've stayed
We was ridin'
his ass
You can have her
(You can have her)
Just rollin by the Playboy Mansion...
[ VERSE 3 ]
I got me a, I got me a, I got me a, I got me a
Young
her ass out woah
Pay me for a picture like Chris brown woah
Mix the liquors up I'm feeling sick now woah
Bitches wanna fuck ain't een know I hit
put my car in park, turned my system down
I said "excuse me, are you new in town"
She said "it's funny you asked I just got here today"
I said "yo, you
a 83' Benz
If you got murderers in yo family put cho' blunt in the air
Flippin' and dippin' me and yo chicken, it's a family affair
[Hook: Pimp C]
This bad B got drip, no drown
Looking boujee and her skin tone's brown
This sweet one got drip like me
Looking boujee, how you drip so clean?
Yo
Ten
how you used to love it
A nigga spew through the music, acoustics, cool kid
Used to pursue excuses, truth is, I was truant in school
So its influence
miss no more Z's (Uh huh)
I'm up now, now the love is for free (Uh huh)
Bust down, bust a U-y with me
Fuck 'round bring the villains with me (Uh huh)
Song: RIP K Samuels
crtist: BeatKing
clbum: She Won't Leave Houston
Label: Never Fall Off/BeatKing Made This S--t
You hos made me like this
Why yo
on yo bitch back to back swinging my pendant
BMW riding in a coupe only one bitch fit
Picked yo hoe up to go get lunch from Ruth Chris
Rolling up za za
Quarenting
Being in this house is just boring me boring me
Miss being in a group
Hoodrat shit
If someone coughs
Excuse that shit
If she passed out
Just Move
squares, ain't around
Young Joc, it’s goin’ down
Kill yo stompin, Chris Brown
Ran it up in my town
Then they ran off with my sound
Exavis where you at?
I
had to mash it on them RPMs
Know I pull up by 9 pm
Finna wreck it in is Ralph, shut the internet down
Take it down, wit me no Chris brown
Jordan peele,
kicks my plug is Bruce Lee
Giuseppe stepping flavor and kicks by Pai Weite
Gotta reckless way of living but bitch you gon pay me (13)
Niggas always
a black cloud on me, I've been cursed by my right ones
I'm back bitches, the retun of your idol
F-to-the-o-x, B-double-O
Black hand keep them Lambos
Excuse me bartender got a lighter I could borrow?
And while you're at it, crack a bottle
Let me wallow in my sorrow
I can't stop it once I start, so
block street
Nigga health care insured by that guap
More ways than [?] to me [?]
Jackals playin' overseas with they yacht
Shit I probly be the same I find
told you
Yo excuse me miss
Sorry that I'm acting like a G got you pissed
But he ain't right for you
He's a motherfucking miss
I already told you
But you
Because my woman is fine as wine
And she goes by the name of Louis Line
But she didn't come here with me this time
I'm feeling real sad, but not that bad
played my music in her ears, she was in love with my tunes
She called me 50 Cent and Chris Brown all rolled into one
She wanted some of my genes, so she
You know I'm always on my paper chase
Always get my green, always on my lean
Me and Po-yo fixin to pop up on the scene
In a classic seat
Yeah that's
you to slip on the oak vine
I'ma do this nigga like I was chewing a pork rind nigga
Eminem couldn't get ya to a million on the 'Gram
Chris Brown
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