Lyrics:
I know that boy he be kapping
Even though he said he talking his shit
Chef by the pot and it's lit
Don't fuck with the boy, I can't fuck with his
a boy
That's why home boy is done his little test
And if you think he's touched ur heart
Please just let him blow them , now !!!!!
Hook:
Home boy seen
can I please get the V-neck (On God)
That’s a lil ass boy, he ain’t never been with that
I just want the big risk, yea that’s where the money at
Them
Wit' yo daddy, bitch, ain't got no mamma (Bitch)
Every time y'all put me 'round them hoes, it's gon' be big drama (Grrah)
Twenty black Suburbans, we
don't cry
What you gonna do
I'm sorry that you got raped by them two
Big ugly scare mean and hairy guys
But don't cry I I I
So what you're mamma is
Yo pretty ladies around the world
Got a weird thing to show you so tell all the boys and girls
Tell your brother, your sister and your mamma too
Told me stack it keeps some racks up in a Vault locked
Mamma yelling boy do whatever you willing
As long as you catch the feeling and your Doing what you
You've got your ambitions
I got mine
Mamma said son, the stars are never too high
You've got your ambitions
I got mine
Baby stop playin, you're
Perché noi non siamo come quegli altri
Supero sfide sai, boy
È come giocare una partita a scacchi
Storie tese come un crime
Esco di giorno e torno quando è
Boy you wasn't in the field
Boy you wasn't outside
Boy you wasn't on the block when a n***a drove by
Boy you wasn't really clutching when it's really
like casanova
Spit fire on the coach
Supernovas are on the sofa
Got a splinter whipping wood
Blew some air by the hood
Do it for all mankind
Every verse
Just keep it 100 please don't lie to me aye
Keep it 100 please don't lie to me
Just keep it 100 please don't lie to me
Just keep it 100
Just keep it
the alarm!
Another sound boy dyin, hot irons
Slugs flyin out the hardware appliance
Baby mamma cryin, sobbin and grievin
You was at aws wit them kids
Bob, drug dealer on the block
So you a bad boy
You carry big toys
You wanna get to know me, so you could just enjoy
Talk to me by your actions, I don't
like you don't care
Glide by the people when they start to look and stare
Do your dance, do your dance, do your dance quick, mamma
Come on, baby, tell
Skimming stones
Feels like the future is behind
And I'm gaining by myself
So please don't go, I can't do it on my own (on my own, on my own)
So please
many
Boi I got so many
Boi I got so many
Boi I got so many ways, ways to get paid
Wake up every day
Money to be made
Poppas know my name
Boys
Every minute passes by
You're always talking
Makes me cry
Finding out the reasons why
I'm needing space get out my ride
Talking about what I do,
your paintings on the sidewalk
And by a café where I hope to be working soon
Please come to Boston
She said, "No, boy, you come home to me"
And she
) hurry up 'cause you're takin' too long
(Talk to me, boy) bet I'll have you naked by the end of this song
So what did you come here for? (I came
Yeah, get it
All these other haters so pathetic
Never wanna give brother credit
Things will be alright, Mamma said it
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, get it
please call my aunties
I think them girls tellin', I hear them boys yellin' (Trap-A-Holics)
Get down, get down, get down, down
Get down, get down, get
believe so please prove she wrong
Put the phone by the bed
Me still ah wait pon yuh call
Dad yuh left me as a boy
But me done turn a man
Where ever you dey
means I got your number
Please don't make me dial it
That could land your fly ass on the ground just like a pilot
So just do me a solid
Y'all stay in
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