Lyrics:
lock & key, need my money promptly
So she bring it to me gotta get your own bitch
This dick ain't free I'm only covering for me
And I'm smart as Ivy
Dickson
She wish she had me
Under lock and key
Need my money promptly
So she bring it to me
Gotta get your own bitch, this dick ain't free
I'm only covering
smoking vanilla sky
W-e, double the T, O, you can bet your bitch been by
T-o double M, Y, cruising that five with my lil' boy $lim
S-c-r-i-m, bitch, I'm
should've known what you was on and I regret it
You was a bad bitch, but I ain't talkin' bout your looks
You stole my heart and wasted time and then you ran
black like the Panthers
We seen your Sway freestyle, Omelly ain't the answer
You ain't got the answers, man! You ain't got the answers!
(Kanye) You
the lesson
Felt so good to be alive ain't even thank GOD for the blessing
1 Peter 5:7 gave Him my cares and now I'm resting
Really took away the stressing
Your body insane Put my mind at ease Girl you could hit my line
Park your car, leave yo keys Girl you rollin' with a King Type of lovin' never cheap We
is no good
You can't move fast enough
And you don't have enough strength
And your body movements are like a string climb
It's too easy for me
found you, now you can't hide from me
Don't take my credit
That shit ain't your property
I done dreamed of this shit
Since I was like six
Now it feels
your teeth yet Nigga
And your toast ain't buttered
A perfect storm and the coast is flooded
First discovered and my flow got
A (?) stuttered
I'm good
lovin it
[KIM:] HOw much?
[SHORT:] How much?
[KIM:] yeah
[SHORT:] It's like this every time
[KIM:] I know your good
MMMMMMM
[SHORT:] my dick...in your
a thang concealed
A-B-C-D ain’t he doper than E, L-M-N-O don’t you play with a P
Homicidal in the Stu with a brew I be Cookin’ up dope throwing cumin into
of Nikes
As I strike, out the door, to my superb
Parked by the curb, candy coated bird
The sun got my candy lookin' good enough to eat
You can tell
enough to put up with the cheatin'
Months go by and only see him for a weekend
I say a prayer, hope my girl ain't leavin'
We all got angels, we all got
mention your name it ain't
Cause I ain't got love for ya
It's just like that my nigga
It's all west right now
It's all west right now
I hate to say it
cream
Me and Magoo, y'all realize we roll with CRU
All respect to, that's why your girl ain't lovin' you
We peep the card in the steez
We even got
you ain't got Jesus with you
Last Supper, you might get fucked by niggas that's eatin' with you
Side bitch was trippin', I fucked but won't spend
me alive
I still ain't lost my drive baby by your surprise
Bad bitches, good weed that's what's helpin me breathe
An imma a playa so she know I keep
Sincerely they fucking with me
They ain't ready to give it to me
I be chasing grinding steady shining on niggas
Niggas can't get enough of me
conceptualize human beings
My auntie is a man now
I think I'm old enough to understand now
Drinking Paul Masson with her hat turned backwards
Motorola
of
My gas tank need filling but
I ain't got enough 1s
I'm rolling on
E
Smoking on
Trees
That I paid for with cash that's supposed to last the whole
Week
the runaround,
But I stay chasin?
But I mean, yo, I?m in love
With a crazy girl
But it?s all good
And it?s fine by me
Just as long as I hear her say, ?Ay, papi?
on the row nigga (put your hands up and shut the car off)
Aight
(Shut it off asshole)
It's off cuh
Ay look at blood and them get jacked by the ones
Nigga
The tings that she want, ayy
I'm moving like a king, so she had to look twice
Told you sip syrup, or take my advice
It ain't no worries when you standing
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