Lyrics:
Sometimes when I'm with my chick on the low
I'm a flirt and when she's with her man
Looking at me damn right, i'm a flirt
So homie don't bring your girl
the latest, nigga new new me
Riding with some killers and they spooky
With the top down, we showing boobies
I'm so so choosy, uh he give me yours
And I want
me cry, don't make me blue.
'Cause you know darling, I love only you.
You'll never know it hurt me so,
I hate to see you go.
Don't pass me by
ain't my fault I'm just doing me they seem to hate it huh
There go my Hater
That's my Hater
That's my Hater look
Get up out my face keep it pushing see
press and you know I never stress
With Loki DMS, J-Johnny to my left
Got Phantom and the rest who are down to rep the West
I grew up on drive-bys
press and you know I never stress
With Loki DMS, J-Johnny to my left
Got Phantom and the rest who are down to rep the West
I grew up on drive-bys
Hey, farmer's daughter - can I talk to you a while? Won't you come along with me in my second Country mile
I gotta get to Town by 5 O'clock,
She looked so sleek and sassy
Rolling down Rodeo Drive
She got her daddy's black Corniche
And her tennis pro by her side
And she wants her
And you drive me crazy
Is hard to resist such a sexy lady
Come with me
You'll have the time of your life
You want to set the mood
I guess The timing
Morning sun
Wake and bake
I pass the blunt
Turn it up
Music loud
Don’t give a fuck
Mind blank
Eyes rolling
Gas in my tank
Might drive by the ocean
got a chop I
Be playing with the flow
Like, how y'all suckas gon' hate on me
Know half y'all sucka done ate off me
Like gon' fuck around with the eight
(ouhhh) really
Cause I done seen your type before
You wanna hate out on the chef cause he baking that dough, yo
Don't tempt me cause I'm close
daily
You burn me (ouhhh) really
Cause I done seen your type before
You want to hate out on the chef cause he baking that dough, yo
Don't tempt me
you
I'm bout tha Gaup
I want tha racks
I want tha racks
All the way high
Till they hit tha ceiling top
The hate
Yea just brings me up
Kno a lot
You your daddy's son, yo, first I hear the beat
I-I get- trap-a-holics mixtape
I'm a real big baller cause I-
Like a light show making big money
only drive me crazy
I don’t need to ask no one, I’m the only one that raised me
Rolling like the top dog, Smoking that dro
Pass by and all the PoPo’s
trail
To the place where I fell
In love with you
I mosied my way back here cause I don't know what to do
Catch me down by the river
Look I hope you
But this big old rig ain't gonna drive itself
Go tell your mama that your daddies home at last
Ya go tell her that you gotta stop growing up, man so
never in it for the money like a gold digger
Every time my daddy call me he be like, "Ayo nigga, where the money at?"
Now that's what he say, little boy
Ohh, ohh, ohh
Sunset drives in the i8
If you leave homicide, you're by my side aye
Every time that you're gone I get anxiety
Hate to say I need you,
know your ledge) your life flash by
Hey, kid, walk straight, master your high
Method Man (Method Man, Man) Whoa, like Black Rob, go
Catch me in
looking, why you ain't here dancing with me
The way you move your body know you're nasty baby
Drop it like it's hot and call me daddy Saezy
Girl I promise I
Get up off your knees bend over backwards for me
Daddy's little baby made my dreams come true
Cause there ain't nothin' that she won't do
Talkin' like
trust nobody (no)
Celine and Supreme, I'm the dab daddy (Supreme)
She comin' home with me when she mad at you (mad)
Suckin' on me, bucklin' my knees,
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