Lyrics:
anyhow
Perhaps she had forged id, I don't know
Anyhow, each
Time she came back from the restroom
And sat down next to me
I did feel some pride she
Was not
guy ? named frosted flakes
You should tramp on the hill, down by each lake
See you ran into this nigga, named suga bow
Suga bow was suga slim, with some
understand your love is fortified
That you've been hurt by 4 or 5
We can take it slow like a 45
Or grip that grain on the 405
Yea You pick
This romance
I touch
behind you back
Bow your heads,if you will please
I'll swing my axe,watch the bodies fall
Watch your head roll off like volleyball
So all you motherfuckers
to dance around strip clubs
On the real how many strokes would it take for you to bust
four times out a possible five I bring it live like the wwf hot
out so soon
It was hard to explain
We convinced each other
We were part of the fog
That nobody noticed
cnd nobody saw
We convinced each other
This
I'm goin out baby uzi, style
Catchin bodies like I hit skins
The hostile juvenile, fuck what you heard
More four-five, motherfucker die
My crew is
shit don't work, I got four hoes, I'ma pimp 'em (pimp)
That's just how I was brought up (brought up)
Fuck a drive-by, nigga, walk up (walk up)
Keep
techs by your rockets threw jets
Who's next to get hit by firepower that's so raw?
Go play; 4-4's ready for war
[Mase]
All out, what, what
Want
(what) it's been worth it
I'm a superstar, bought me a big ol' car
Four point Six (see the car?)
Black fifty four, from the front to the back
Got a button
double plated
One on each knee like I'm double dating
Never caught me lacking so the situation never escalated
Before I move out I'll make sure to get my
Jason and also a couple other numbers
So they thinking that it's no help
Until they play the voicemail like "Yo Hannah, it's Les' can you call me back
and a black guy
James Chance is with four black guys, two women and one white guy
James Chance is next to two women
Behind him are four black guys and there's
people who are fucking each other, who aren't stabbing
Their partner in the back one year later
We went to the moon, when we said we did
No problem
Both
keeps me on my feet, but i don't wanna f**k things by sex
Theres some other hoe in our bed, what are you taking me for,
To hell with you, to hell with me,
Back before it was this way I knew all of them would hate
Behind my back be throwing shade
Claim you love me, it's fake
Well get the fuck out my face,
mask that
Pin it behind they ears, they tryna sack 'em a quarterback
Get that get back for the last act and then they double back
Before the fest, I cost
I've been waiting by my phone
Call me soon as you get home
I'm happy to see you love
But that there's my 4 5 Chrome
Hit up ease app let's get blown
Hit
one to ten
Do it all over again but this time behind yer back
My friend
The ones that wheel and deal and whirl and twirl
And play games with each
aint no Denyin
You know we high ridin
Front dump bumps on the ground flyin
Bus(?) in the back
But im right behind him
we goin to the top
cause we keep
the soul listen to what I tell you it don't matter
Young or old it's time we loc' up and do like we suppose
We killin' each other over this bullshit
wasn't based she would still be alive
But now the street is a place you could be swallowed by death
Brothas takin' each other's lives
And goin' to REST
of the rich kids we
Know what the tricks is
We turn our backs so we
Can fuck each other's bitches
The lifestyle of the rich and right now
Any Given Sunday in
And I got like 5 more in the room,
I just really need to know if you cool
One enough
Two enough
Three enough
Four
Always wanting more
Always wanting more
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