Lyrics:
on a bitch, ain't shit to me
Let them guns blam, let them guns blam
This a .44 bulldog it cannot jam
Let them guns blam, Flocka
Let them guns blam, Flocka
Let
Its me, the brand new intelligent black woman why-O-why-O
Which is Yo-Yo, but I'm not to be played
Like I was made by matell
But this Yo-Yo is made
Its me, the brand new intelligent black woman why-O-why-O
Which is Yo-Yo, but I'm not to be played
Like I was made by matell
But this Yo-Yo is made
Its me, the brand new intelligent black woman why-O-why-O
Which is Yo-Yo, but I'm not to be played
Like I was made by matell
But this Yo-Yo is made
I'm Ron Jeremy buried deep
In yo mama's neck
Yas what the heck
You can't say dat
Oh but I can
It might get me banned
But This is a jam
Yeah this is
Goodwill loves me Macklemore than you
I've got flat screen TVs, with skate videos on repeat
All the latest CDs, mp3s, and Beats by Dre
Thank you very
(Mama, how could I know?)
And Eve was weak
And Eve was weak (Why didn't you tell me?)
And God made Eve to bear the curse
The curse of blood, (It's not
A saucy Nigga dripped up in some Prada sneaks
Mama did all she could was raised by the streets
Even w a gun you pussy niggas not scaring me
The whole gang
Woo, uh
Get that ass up and scream double R (what)
We ain't going nowhere we made it this far (what)
Let me see my, my dogs
Let me hear my, my
Play cuts for bucks and watch'em pile up
You want more?
See me in the drop top it's on
Peach color pony head course
Player instinct, learned from my
a pole/
Nah nah nah/
I neva let my stick jam/
When I had to go/
Nah nah nah/
Neva told/
Even if i had to go, no!!/
Nah nah nah!/
Neva had my hand out/
gududum greatness
Gududum gududum gududum ye alaye jo jo jo
Take it from me baby gbas gbos
Have a baby by me make a baby for me baby gbos gbas
See you
the planet of the apes
Wanna fly you to an island
Wanna see you seascape
Take a private jet now let's escape
You say this yo jam
Gone and dance make me Throw
motivated by the funky groove
You can see me and Earl chillin' on the block
With my box cold kickin' with the gangster rock
See people can't stop me
niggas think you really got them guts
To walk up to his house, knock on his door
Let 'em feel the buckshots of a twelve gauge
Backed up by an A-K
'Fore
MC's
You used to be kicking it with back in the day?
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yo, let's do a jam with them
Alright, bet
But first I gotta like
Yo Jinx man, we gotta find somebody that's down for hers, man
All these girls simple man, who you think fit the category?
It's me, the brand new
without Eve happiness had known
So suppose we leave well enough alone?
Imagine signing up for life
Then finding peas roll off his knife
Do you sleep with
you are now
You'll regret the path you chose
We could have had a life, that you'll never know, baby"
"I've, got a feeling that you loved me but you
my match, come on, let's go now
I could make a promise, I could keep you happy
You might be the special dude I'll let have me
Wait, let me slot it
that I have to see
I just don't know how to get you here
With me where you belong
And when it's Christmas Eve
Dreaming of somebody that I have to see
But
hard
These bitches that remind me
Stay up all ma hustle hard
'Cause people love to see you fail
Hate to see you gettin' green
Envy's got a shitty
warm
And I just want you here with me
With all our friends and family
I know it's been a rough year
But we'll make it through I swear
So let's enjoy
flavour, keepin' crates stacked
Buyin' records by the pack
With my knapsack filled as I chilled
On the see-Train, simple and plain, let me explain
I had
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