Lyrics:
to you, that?s what finna do
Girl you in my house, my tongue in your mouth
My fourplay better then ok, no dought
We got our own thing, see you are my bitch
In a land the Spanish once had called the Northern Mystery,
Where rivers run and disappear the mustang still is free.
By the Devil's wash
Fingerboard Thang, Fingerboard Thang
Fingerboard Thang, Fingerboard Thang
Fingerboard Thang, Fingerboard Thang
You know and i know, fingerboarding
We can break bread if you want (Aye)
Or you can bump yo head if you don’t (Aye, aye)
One thang for sure, everybody got excuses (Aye)
You can act
people singin the hook
Got bitches buggin like how niggas be wild in the brook
Look, we street niggas, while you live by the book
Funny nigga, ain't no
caught up
Never speak on yo moves
That's the number 1 rule
What no o.g. Ever taught you
If you can't afford that lost
Then don't front it
If you got it
our thang let them old hoes cry
Ain't nothing but a thang when ya boy flyy by
Forever and a day we gone be alright
Just take that flight and live your
consider that as change
Twenty-five's on my Range, know that that's a odd number
The way you tootin' that thang can make the guys wonder (damn)
Of what's
consider that as change
Twenty-five's on my Range, know that that's a odd number
The way you tootin' that thang can make the guys wonder (damn)
Of what's
Lady be careful, that boy is a dime
Cuz he can't buy a thing and he's got two sides
He may look mighty fine, but he'll rob you blind
And your first
girl gang
Money game money game
Lil bitch it's a money thang
Wrist on icebox
I got diamonds I got gold
cll my girls makin' money
Movin' coke by
See i was really in them trench's with that stick on me
They gonna to do what to you know who i got my Blick on me
Don't get put on that list like
Motherfuckin' real G's
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre, what's up
Boy you should have known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show
Motherfuckin' real G's
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre, what's up
Boy you should have known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show
you
You got Fruchtman tryna profit
But I know that you dont give a shit
I see niggas I see coons I see death
Kill em all
I see nueces I seen crosses
I mean she took me to her house, worked a nigga straight
turned him out.
want to know the freaky thangs that you talk about.
I really want
my full attention
Sense of humor sicc, got you crying from all the laughing
Real interesting conversation
None of that slick talk, lost hesitation
through that door
And I can hear exactly what she'll say
Well, has anybody here see sweet thang?
I got a notion he'll be headed this a way
'Cause when
Swear down, next time it's gonna be a mad ting
That was the last time I get called a hasbeen
I mean let's be real, I've got half a mil'
To get ... by
It's like this
I got my bags packed
Backpack sittin' by the front door
Ipod, lab top, socks and drawers
The stuff that you need when you're out
Louis bag. I ain't got none of them thangs
But you fine. I don't need my bro to throw a pass for me
You gone need a U-Haul to move all that ass for me
By
ain't no tramps
Try to get that pussy and she say you can't
Me and my partners we got that game
Check a square-ass bitch and make her throw that thang
put da guns away
An' kick it with each otha on dis luvly thang
U got me on da muney makin mission
But my moms at da house stedy wishin
That I
and the bestie yeah we
Gonna hit the exit getting two brains Siamese lil Debbie put the cream where the pie be try Jesus not me Lu Cane that thang got kick like
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