Lyrics:
Really I was flexin', but the girls they were fine
I'm the type of guy that notice subtle signs
When I cuddle mine, she ain't even tryin
To look sexy,
not get down
And yes you're getting sued by women who didn't get up
Out their seat on the bus, and feet shouldn't rust
And beat is a must, and we
I'm impressed by her grace, but I'm getting scared even more
(And)
I want her every time she passes by
And never looked me in the eye
But every night
Is not you in your mind
With every change
Still unsatisfied
Well that's just life
She's so beautiful
Tears falling from her eyes
She's so pretty
Even
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
rocked a vicious rhyme
Like I never did before
She said "damn fly guy I'm in love with you"
The Casanova legend must have been true
I said by the way baby
she's not
Cuz she is hanging on by a thread
And it's not made of spider silk
Cuz the strongest material in the world
Is her tears
Cuz all her money
I ain't wit the talkin
By now
I'd prolly smack dude
This is not for show
How these bitches sayin I ACT rude
I'm just tryna leave her back bruised
Got
Ghost, she beat it on an old nigga)
Yo, Keeba stop playing, yo (Nah, we took a shot of Henn')
(Lately she work out by 10, I told her, bitch, buy a Benz)
fucking pennies at him
Just a chip off the old block
Chipped tooth got some dick off my swole cock
'Cause I bag bitches, she's a zip off the old lock
And yelled, ?God's healed us?
As we ran off the bus the driver just frowned
By the way this girl was sexy and she wouldn't touch you
This may not be true
just a kid who blowing up with my father's name
And every black "you're not black enough"
Is a white "you're all the same"
Mm Food like Rapp Snitch
dance in the club no more
She still got it
Yeah yeah
She don't wanna play silly games no moe
Kuz I'm toxic
I'm not good for ya body
Baby
was in the 8th grade steady
But niggaz my age was getting paid already
Yeah like that nigga Zam or even young Blue
They made they first
your shorty getting naked on the FaceTime
Girl I don't really give a fuck if you ain't mine
Cause I'm just tryna show you love for the one time
I'mma eat
Rolling up the pack blowing on a backwood
You know that she always getting so high
You can tell just by looking at her eyes
Everywhere she go yeah she
feeling me,
I’m not at the top yet but just wait cause I'm finna be,
She thought I was cuffing why would I cuff you a stupid hoe?
My life is a movie
I gotta ball for my dead homies
I gotta ball for my dead homies
I count this bread for my dead homies
Smoking dodo in your mama house
She get
Bro
Got that nigga bitch washing my dishes like I domino
Im toxic, how you dealt with me?
Don’t even want no bread, we catch ah opp he getting nailed
a recipe
I am a recipe
I walk in with the sauce
I just became a chef
My music got a cough
I think it's really sick
Her throat is really sore
She need
Thoughts against I, blasphemy, it's like a vice crime
I roll 'em thick and I ignite mines
I don't even get high, I just get equally back in my right mind
we just fucking buy
Niggas be talkin’ shit
You can’t even fly your bitch
I’m taking her shopping, take her to moxies
Now she wanna fuck the kid yeah,
stirs a little in his sleep
When she gently kisses his hair
Gets her bag out from the back
She don't even close the door
She's not worried about him
bitch that I've been trying to hit
Since we was nineteen damn she still fine as shit
Remember at the card tables feeling on my dick
Got pregnant by
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