Lyrics:
Whatever that might be
In all forms shapes and sizes
Yo this globe's gone mad
Best you know where you stand
If you don't ya be looking for strings to grab
what I mean man
This shit is way to deep yeah
No way
I don't need no one I'm cutting all the strings yeah
This the type of shit that you see in yo
with me
She's a brown skin woman, just as sweet as a girl friend can be
Mmm mmm, babe, I may be right ay wrong
Baby it's yo'why opinion, oh, I may
face and they telling me I’m wrong yeah
So what would you do right now fighting for my life now
Pops told me to bite down and moms saying it's tight now
Nigga get yo hand outta my pocket nigga
Get yo hand outta my pocket
It ain't nothin' nice
Ras Kass: Son I'm skimming through the
Billboard Top R&B
to keep me hangin' on
My heart is like a yo-yo string
I'm tied to you, I'm tied to you right or wrong
My love keeps on growing
Cause your love keeps
tied to you right or wrong
My love keeps on growing
Cause your love keeps right on showing
Just enough, just enough to keep me hangin' on
Oh baby
gotta bounce like pogo huh
Gotchu on a string like yo-yo huh
I'm the only guy that you don't know huh
I'm the only guy that you won't know huh
I have
give a shit about yo biatch
That nigga that's from the block killin off that cock
So nigga, sheeeit
Baby barbeque ribs and guts, and uh
don't let me
to see in a plain white tee
And a dame might be entertain like three if my aim right
Fucking with yo brain on the late night
Old school, new school, don't
the rawest in town
Cause I'm a (Thug By Nature), strictly for the paper
Ain't nobody steppin' to Steve (B-O-N-E)
I come with the ones, I come with the guns
Yeah, I'll let you know
(Sending all my blessings to you, baby)
I'll let you know when I'm heading home
This last year, feel like getting grown
Plus
and fuckin’ tricky
Ya’ll should get smacked with a bat by Ken Griffey
Keep yo foot out your mouth keep yo head out yo ass
Life is deadly for cash and you gone
the green, until we all with kings in the seas
Problem's our knees up above ah
Put it to Solva, yo baby ask for alcohol in the wrong y'all I won't bust no
taking a shot
At Jay for that line in "22 Two's," couso
He was right, too much West Coast dick-licking
I'm getting my dick licked by a thick bitch when
Yeah, drop it like it's hot kid
Huh, so let's set this off
Uhh - see'mon (yeah baby see'mon)
Uhh, yeah baby see'mon (yeah baby see'mon)
Uhh, yeah
You ain’t gotta fear
Nothing baby I’ll be right here
Don’t let the little shit get in yo head
Baby I’m down for the ride when you’re ready
Tell me
So
better, you dead wrong
So if you talkin 'bout the niggas make noise when you pass by
Get your fine ass on the floor, girl, this your fuckin' song
Do your
better, you dead wrong
So if you talkin 'bout the niggas make noise when you pass by
Get your fine ass on the floor, girl, this your fuckin' song
Do your
as I'm the dealer
What you feelin' (uh) you sure you want some
Brought my slums, cats play like rums
Money in large sums, navigators and guns
Baby
and tease me
If I was locked off in that cell would you come and see me
Say baby I know you doin Yo best to try and please me
Promise to stick by me
I
this shit take time but I'm 50 in (It ain't really been long)
Shoutout Distrokid
You know they see Baby Z and they don't even ask is this yo' kid
That's
Smokin' out, pourin' up, puttin' dick up in yo' slut
All my cars got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck
Smokin' out, pourin' up, puttin' dick up
Smokin' out, pourin' up, puttin' dick up in yo' slut
All my cars got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck
Smokin' out, pourin' up, puttin' dick up
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