Lyrics:
and lock the door
That's how she knows the difference between a boy and man
Take a drunk girl home
You leave her drive for a dive and you get something
she gots.. (hydrolics)
Side to side, her body's.. (hypnotic)
Noooo
You can't the one and only
I only want you to have fun with the homies
Homies, we
so bad my love, you drive me mad
You've got me goin' mad crazy, just a tad
All that I can think about, I need you so bad
I swear this is the whole
still down for me
Baby are you still down, still down for me
Lifestyle Ribbed
That's what I'm gonna use when I stick it
She bad, she fat
She gon'
Step out into the Indian dust
I can feel the cracks in my spirit
They're starting to bust
Drive by your house, nobody's home
I'm trying to tell
As soon as you think that's it I'm still talkin' shit
I told you that nigga was crazy
E boy, that's my boy, godamnit
I got a fable that you need
happen if Bush rapped
I bully these rappers so bad lyrically
It ain't even funny, I ain't even hungry, it ain't even money
You can't pay me enough for
making assumptions
Boy you know all I do
Is stay up all night losing sleep over you
All I do
Is drive myself crazy thinkin' 'bout my baby
It's
her daddy wouldn?t either
And the way she grindin on me, you can tell shawty?s a keeper
She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye
She got it written
where she's goin' as she's leavin'
She is headed for the cheatin' side of town
You can't hide your lyin' eyes
And your smile is a thin disguise
I
of everyday
She might get crazy but she don't get mean
Until some drunk cowboy asks her to sing
'Cause we owe 400 dollars to the boys in the band
Gas lights
and she always ride it for me
My bitch bad looking like a bag of money
E'rry time she fuck me she say "Can I have some money?"
And I say "Can I get
shoppin', raise Hell (raise Hell)
Pretty boy, baby, paint nails
Does she like me? I can tell
Is the Maybach a V12 or V6? (Or V6?)
Lil' bitch done seen
I got the blues for my baby left me by the San Francisco Bay,
The ocean liner's gone so far away.
Didn't mean to treat her so bad, she was
Gypsy woman told my mama 'while 'fore I was born
Got a boy child comin' mama he'll be a bad one, now
I'll make all you little girls turn your heads
Gypsy woman told my mama
While 'fore I was born
Got a boy child comin' mama
He'll be a bad one, now
I'll make all you little girls
Turn your
Gypsy woman told my mama 'while 'fore I was born
Got a boy child comin' mama he'll be a bad one, now
I'll make all you little girls turn your heads
one, you can say Gucci got an eye for
I might not buy a new Mercedes, but I'ma drive your ass crazy
That's something she just done phase me
The way
candy from a child
Suck on her love potion
I can't believe the changes I've made
Since I've met my baby, you know
She drives me crazy, on and on
What
or walk around a fight
And if you ever saw Wes Hardin draw you know he can skin his gun
He won't say how many tried and died
Up against the top hand up
with no problemo
Iceberg rabbits and the fox and more
Where I coped two more brought four for RZA
Bad Boy thank you for this special delivery
Mawd drip bad gyal and she know that
I got cash got green you can smoke that
Do the dash in the whip you can float dat
Make the roof disappear, where
to Pittsburgh last summer
He also had bladder problems
And a really bad infection on his toe
And she said "Mister, please, you can stop right there,
That's way
Shit, fuck, shit
Boy, huh
Tobey Maguire got bit by a spider, but see, me, it was a goat
If you want space, I hope you take your helmet off soon
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