Lyrics:
it, I'm all in her ear
These bitches go crazy, when bandit appear
I got me some shit, make your man disappear
My youngin' a shooter, he don't like
it on a dope beat, and it'll make you think
Some suckers just tickle me pink, to my stomach
'Cause they don't flow like this one
You know what? I
it on a dope beat, and it'll make you think
Some suckers just tickle me pink, to my stomach
'Cause they don't flow like this one
You know what? I
that! Will you Johnny?
Woman: Frankie, I don't care whether he talks or not, I just can't leave him like this.
Johnny: Listen. Leave me here I... I... I
sucking my dick
Hope it taste like shit when you on it
Niggas don’t want beef I ain’t talking bout jerky
I’m making moves, yeah I know that you heard me
than Simian
You ever talk to your brother about this uh type of stuff?
Then she like no
I'm like well what you think?
She like I don't concern myself
$hort, don't say it tonight, beeatch
It started on a bright morning in 1987
I was in my drop-to Caddy y'all
Gettin sucked by a bitch named Helen
Nasty
can see how we move , we don't talk about it
Keep it clean digging dirt , we don't talk about it
Cuz hit me up , gues he know yeah
Ex hit me up
Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me) (yeah, yeah)
I can't get enough of it, all of this jealousy
I had a petty bitch, you can do better things
practice all about preach
Call me a bigot
If you don’t like what I teach
Try to destroy me
When you don’t like what I say
You are the lynch mob
You are
talk about it
Baby you can open up your heart
So don't just sit in silence
Baby you can open up your soul
So please just talk about it
Talk about it
it like to be – and I know how I
Feel about it – but you’re
Definitely one of my peers, and one
That I look at and say "He gets it
But I’d love to hear
And as a result of being locked in myself
I don't know how to describe it
People - people, they say you are a complete loser
Not like a brother
Not like a cousin
think I switched
Some think I'm heartless, I don't even flinch
Deadlocked down my back like I'm Marshawn Lynch
Feeling like I'm Marshawn Lynch The way
bluff
Shot that nigga in his chin just for acting tough
How the fuck the bitch still broke it ain't adding up
Bitch I go by Z the ruler don't you wear
So many fools swingin' from my sack
Let's talk about the one who had my back!
Down in the west coast, so lemme kick it
To the motherfucker who
or stop?
End up like my nigga Walter Scott (Damn)
This the third time this fucking week, its insanity! (Alright)
Why they always got to fuck with me? (Why?)
know I got ya back
(Act like it man)
I don't wanna see you get played by no hood rat
What? Dawg she ain't no hood rat!
Watch how you talk about her
used to have to pack a mack in the back of the acura
Now I relax and stack platinum plaques in my shack
It's like that but don't think I won't counter
got a zone to pimp
Now, who that nigga in the zone and shit
Back in the building like he own the bitch, nobody cold as this
If I ain't got it, then
it's all they know
They talk about us and we talk about growth
Cos I don't, rock if the chain ain't gold
I don't, pop if the drinks ain't cold
I don't
about this
Lets talk about
Hows about we talk about that
I want it right now like a black father wants cows
For his daughter
To supprort her
Im tryn’a
see me take it all the way
We slay (sleigh) but it ain't a holiday
We don't talk about cake
Giving hell a headache
We gon' break these chains for His
a true mistake, because I have a vision
Where we all get along and we all love minions
Don't talk shit about a minion, just take a seat and listen
Have
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