Lyrics:
four (heyyyy)
Bitches they adore (heyyyy)
From here to Wichita (heyyyy)
I'm a jiggy cat, baggy jeans with fitted hats (uh huh)
Where my niggas at?
The neighborhood feels it,
Her girdle keeps scraping the homes on each side
In Dublin's fair city,
Where girls are so pretty,
My Molly stands out 'cause she
on
I be that, girl who straight pop from the N.Y.
Doing my thing, all day, yeah it's her
Nicolette on the track, matter fact, bring it back
Tell me
the back by the couches up inside the cheetah
Then I step up in the club keep it moving wit' my hand on my heater
Stay alert and never moving the sleeper
So hand your receipt if you tryna make a return bruh
Yessir, I live in a city where a lot of people don't get shine, shine
And, I be on by the fence
back by the railroad track
When I heard the preacher sayin'
"Betty La Rue, you know, the trouble with you
Is you never spent enough time prayin'"
better
Yeah yeah much better (really)
Much better
Yeah yeah much better
You deserve much better
Yeah yeah much better
Cause you bad girl
Yeah yeah you bad
To be in a scuffle
Where my dogs at? These ain't my niggas Allah
Help the guard
Forgot my niggas took some girls to the car
Tryin' to make it through
a lovely bride
They said you were going places
But me I just went for a ride
Down by the old school
I got married to a sweet young girl
And kept
tried my best just to be a man? Didn't I
That's right that's right boys and girls
You're all Kool-aid men
You saw the track, you said "Oh yeaaah"
You all
move her to it (to it)
And the way I dealt with love, it's like I get consumed
By girls who never satisfied with everything I'm doin' (damn)
It's like
It's gon be a long night
Drop Usher baby, oh yeah
Yeah man, oh
This is a J-Lac track man
Oh, oh, oh
Oh girl, you know how to find me when you need
real rich food, I want some succulant sweets.
I want you by my side, you'll be all my own.
And I know what I want, at the time that I know,
That I don't
"unsustainable", but fuck it, it pays
Results and results, keep runnin' in place
I see the writing's on the wall, the shit's getting clear
My new girl says she
get you viewed by a coroner, coward
This is my corner
Come on, peace to my corner
Where niggas'll leave ya head and switch names on ya
And we
conversation it comes out in a line so let it
Out P (what), let it out P (what), let it out P (what), my nigga let it out
Star Track, is who we are
Star
Syndicate
We gotta do it like the alphabet and a-b-c ya
Yeah
Everlast
Everlast in full effect
Where's my gold record?
Where's my record?
Where's my
catch a track
So, could you please tell anyone to catch a stack?
And I heard that the new girl that you have is whack.
I've been where, what you holler
rolled down
We listen to the radio station
We were too damn cool
To buy the eight track tape
There wasn't any good time
To want to be inside
My mama want
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my way to hell
I'm getting by
usually watch his seed
For him to have done it, a babysitter and a car he would need
The stripper broad, my TV and couch, she couldn't carry it
Unless
the old railroad tracks
See if I can follow it all the way back
Back to where my vision is clear
Back to the days of the innocent years
Though I'd trade it
Mhmm
Back where we left off
Watch you take your dress off
I've been by myself remembering you
Your body hurts me
Loopin' 'round like CCTV
In all
at the bar fresh buyin' it up
And every girl I talk to yeah I'm tryin' to cut
I tell'em all I'm Chi Chi and it's nice to meet ya
Real quick I tell
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