Lyrics:
be throwed up
But still Andre got action they Sweat like Keith all on my teeth
I take it upon myself to handle mine thinkin' that you
Got's
words, nobody is lyin', hakuna matata
We sat in the car and cried for a hour
My shirt look like a showerhead got it, we called it off
I'll skip
rooms
Houston, Texas~Benz N Lexus
Find me on the freeway drivin reckless
Wear sunglasses when you look at my necklace
Worldwide respected
Top 10
throwed up
But still Andre got action, they Sweat like Keith, all on my teeth
I take it upon myself to handle mine, thinking that you
Got's ample to do this
Can’t you see
My I’m A Good Person t-shirt
Look at me and all the
Virtues I espouse
On the internet
How can it be
That I’m complicit in a
Systematic
on my mission
I been trying 'a write a little more
I really hope you listen
Future Mrs. now
She really pay attention
Lot 'a things in this life really
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
you grip it
From behind look me in my eyes You can tell
i aint lying he blows My mind every time he put that Ooh oha oha
Leg up easy access back press
in effect, like Keith don't Sweat
Don't need to break necks just to gets my respect
I stay smooth, until you try to get on my rough side
(what side)
gone, I ain't forget you,
I'm still here waitin' cause you still my nigga.
Hold up, ay,
I just sent another kite, to my people that's locked,
"Cora Rena My name is Cora Rena"
Cora Rena I like that even better ok compound name alright you're a citizen, I love her
Kenchi Sway in the morning
I got my nigga Blue mixing
Winning juice he be sipping
Seem like I'm running shit, you in the back of me skipping
I'm just starting; on my Jordan
You
'd be tired of taking care of me by now
Ooh, ooh-oh, ooh
But the good ones go
The good ones go, if you wait too long
But the good ones go
in my heart the size of a truck
it won't be filled by one-night fuck
like a possum
like a possum
Ahhh
calm as an angel
You know me I like
rides the good and the bad
We call the monkey trained
Trained to attack the black it's true
'Cause some of them look just like you
Stayin'
tears fall for all you've done, trying to be a good father to your only son
But now who's gonna make sure that he's fed, put a shirt on his back
I tilt my heads to real niggas who been real wit' it (who been real)
I know you love the streets to death, just don't get killed in it (don't get)
I
a white T-shirt
Over coffee, stirrin' in the cinnamon
While you read me poetry by dead men
I wanted to be your girl with your hands on my skin
Stirrin'
tears fall for all you've done, trying to be a good father to your only son
But now who's gonna make sure that he's fed, put a shirt on his back
Yeah, girl, you so sexy do
As she just lay at your feet
I wanna see what's under there
There now put it in the air
Yeah, load it on my macbook air
He'd give the shirt right off his back when it was rainy and cold
He paved a road of good intentions but it's covered in blow
Pain killers, pain, liquor
them frozen like a vegetable
Westwood whats really good in
The hood my dude? And I've got the drop top
You see me driving through
I get them chopped
fuck you up
On purpose, on purpose
Automatic K and it's squirtin' (Bow!)
I'm double cup in my lean, swisher sweet in my fruity
Got twenty plus in
And a good girl in my tax bracket
Got a black card that'll let Saks have it
These Chanel bags is a bad habit
I-I do balls, Dal Mavericks, my Maybach, black
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