Lyrics:
So round, so firm, so fully packed, that's my gal
So complete, front to back, that's my pal
Toasted by the sun and I'm a son of a gun
She don't
been up tree
Till you follow me and I'll rock you
She scrambled for the camera
I got her blowin' in the wind like I'm nirvana
Wait a minute I don't
ask for steak and lobster
She can only get little caesars
Gotta save that cash Ebenezer
LV not no random geezer
Your bitch she tryna stay loyal
But she
your back
You don't even know where your spine is at
I don't really talk to a lot
I think my line is tapped
She think my heart is cold
I can change
I'm high as fuck
What would you do for a xanny bar, she gone turn me up
I'm a virgo runnin' fast, Jesse Owens
You know you love me, I'm the coldest
Run
I was just thinkin' bout some money
Money's nothin', money's nothin'
Jesse White have you runnin', have you tumbling
I'd have you runnin', I'd have
shit, now I got a wristwatch
Hit your bitch up and now she suckin' on my cock
Don't worry, I'll have her back, you check the clock
She keep callin' my
guys
Talking about how young black guys are targeted
Targeted by who? America
You see one in every hundred Americans are locked up
One in every nine
guys
Talking about how young black guys are targeted
Targeted by who? America
You see one in every hundred Americans are locked up
One in every nine
guys
Talking about how young black guys are targeted
Targeted by who? America
You see one in every hundred Americans are locked up
One in every nine
suck on her nip nip
Might seem low effort but to you im led zepper
Im not radiohead so im a 16 stepper, 17 18 19 fletchers
Another banger after this
police chief
And was conceived by Parker, Robert B
Oh and while Jesse Stone was getting big
You guested as a guy named Ivan Tiggs
In a courtroom show in
But not in K-Fed's case (nope)
'Cause Britney even had to pay for K-Fed's case (cha-ching)
Nick and Jessica, Trina and Wayne
And if you broke up
It’s Jesse’s round up
Now you got him wound up
Fiz turn the sound up
Fuck you if you clowned us
Something like global warming
How I been a threat
just wanna be controlling
I don't play, I own it, you need to get with the motive
I stay in the streets and I always be movin'
Jesse called me and she
without the freedoms
But she’s not trapped like her mother is
But why is reaching out her hand
The only language that you understand?
Have you put in
to play in the field, this is not a playground no Jesse white you a get flipped
Nigga you a bitch, how you ain't a bitch, you ain't standing on action you
The shit not withstanding she don't understand me
I'm tipping the planning, the shit not discarding
I'm ticking the standing, she thick and expanding
She pop
friends
Free Jesse out the feds
If you not gang (Gang)
We are not friends
Hold up hold up
Bitch I'm on it
Hold up hold up
Shawty on it
Hundred billion
lame
I still hit it
But I refuse to be home girl's meal ticket
I'm looking for a sick girl to
Be a part of me
Not a girl who will try to McCartney me
Gotta bag then spent a few spent a few
Lemmie just start by telling all y'all something that
You're not shit
Shawty told me that I'm not shit
Drip all
on me
Chick look like a barbie got a feelin that she lonely
See her there with Jesse fuck with him that's my homie
He goin thru some shit his friends
If you fuck with the gang, we running your shit make our pockets get heavy (Heh heh, Yeah)
I'm speeding so fast in a four by four like I raced in
So round, so firm, so fully packed, that's my gal
So complete front to back, that's my pal
Toasted by the sun and I'm a son of a gun
If she don't
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