Lyrics:
don't even gotta use my gun to reply
You get punched in the eye punched in the eye
What is a tie oh you can blood finna fly
In this game it seems that
the gloss
Ah, I love it, girl, girl
You look right in the screen then take it o-off, off
My digital girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, girl
(She's my
when you wake up in my shirt!
Cuz oh my God...
I love the way that you move it girl
I know it'd be good if we do it girl
Picture perfect frame
Got me
right in front of me
A girl disappearing
To some secret prison
Behind her eyes she whispers
"Big surprise there was
No protection by this urban
around
cause your natural and stay beautiful
and i love it when you make that sound
cause i give it good just to proof my cool
Just get your big t-shirt
boots, singing
Erykah Badu to herself
Leaning her head against the window
And thank you to the way my father one time came back in a dream
By
good for long enough Knock 'em out, sell 'em, move on,
It's a fast buck and the race is on to get in, get out,
Get what you want, get out it's
Right Hand Man
Let me use your toothbrush
Have you got a clean shirt?
My panties in a wad
At the bottom of my purse
I walk into the street
The air's so
a lick, though I know I probably should
But, what I'm doin' is not a good look
I never did it by the good book as a lifetime crook
All the petty crime took
I know mama credit quite good
So I'm out here with this dope money got a big body in my hood
Nigga you see it, better believe it, this what I'm bout
a shame
You and I look just the same
That's why I got you in my name
Lets push it to the masses give them wavy, give them Surf
One time shout-out
right in front of me
A girl disappearing
To some secret prison
Behind her eyes she whispers
"Big surprise there was
No protection by this urban
in the rain
But really rappin' 'bout them shootings, find it cheeky and strange
You can find me where the Ps to be made
Me and my BM started
a scene
You lil boyz want to be grown, and you're still in your teens
(chorus [Lil' Wayne])
Look, you lil boyz better slow down
Up in tha mornin', in
homage to ya big brotha
This is the Urban Cowboy
Oklahoma on the come up look, Kickbacks
Raised up in these small towns, Big Facts
We country boys, don't
Digital Girl
Girl [X6]
My Digital Girl
The Dream:
Not a day goes by
Shawty, with out you in my mind, shawty
Donna Karen underwear, baby
I wanna see what's
of you sit high and
Glow in the likes of me
My music ain't the problem shawty
Not as far as I can see
Whoa, wish this was man a summer jam concert
I wish
Yeah, I want that back in the day, circa 2008, beer cans by the lake
Fall in the love for the fate, find someone and escape
You pour, I relate, we
Jordan 23, rollin' on hot 23's
Tote a big Glock-23
You're lookin' at the Seventeen Ward of New Orleans
My block livin' me
I want you to look hard
Jordan 23, rollin' on hot 23's
Tote a big Glock-23
You're lookin' at the Seventeen Ward of New Orleans
My block livin' me
I want you to look hard
(yeah), I pour deuces in my soda (soda)
Louis V Virgil laces look like Wockhardt (look like Wockhardt) (yeah)
They told me I wasn't gon' make it if you
rapping is country
They say that rapping my country is
Like if Keith was urban
Looking street with the heater
Burning i smirk
And then keep concerning
a Funky Homosapien like Del
Back in the Dana Dane when you had to entertain as an MC
Back in the Dana Dane when you had to entertain as an MC
My cousin
the door please, that doesn't look like a vape sir)
What's that smell in the air, gimme that aroma
Puttin' y'all to sleep with my shitty verses like you
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