Lyrics:
The time flew by, had to turn my clock
And start with a new resume, not really that bitch named Des'ree
She ain't really my dream there's a better way
and keep on movin'
Look
Uh, Angie was thirteen and pregnant by this nigga
That she fell in love with at this party she attended
She was drunk, she admits it
locked in chains, I'm gettin' judged by a judge
So I really don't mean it, yeah, I really don't mean it, woah
Quando Rondo, nigga
That do resemble dissing like cymbals
Make much noise
And rejoice for Cristal
We found the next boy
But not really, though
I'm still killin' them easy,
draggin' this bitch by her fuckin' hair
You're jammin' and crammin' her into the station wagon
She talkin' about that blow, but she gaggin' Her deep throat
and dick
Whatever she get to eat I get
She even wake up early and make grits
Last time I sent her off she threw a fit
She say she really getting tired of my
they'll say that they need ya
But what they really need
Is just a little room to breathe
Teeny bopping disco queen
She barely understands her dreams
count, I know that she lyin'
Whatever she tell you, multiply it by three times
But I squeeze it and I leave it and I (squeeze it and I leave it and I)
I
I'm really not all that sure
bout when things is finna mature
So let me find me a nigga with a grip
and hit his ass quick with one of them whoops
pussy boy gettin' in my way
(Yuh, yuh, yuh)
Poppin' em all, poppin a tag, I'm in my bag, gotta get it then I go
(Yuh, yuh, yuh)
Not gonna brag, I'm gonna
keep "ri-da-da-da-da-in"
[Chorus - 2X]
Race against time, I - can't stop
Runnin through the red light - livin my life
Even if I'm gettin too hot
Stop accusing me
Is you niggas really gettin' money or not
Stop confusing me making rap money
Of course I got the strap dummy
I'm with my slime niggas
on me
I don't need no friends, I'm rich by my lonely
And your homies not really your homies
See your homies they really be police
Yea' your homies not
of the game
Do she love me or do she not Question
Is she happy I hope she not
I hope she eatin candy til her teeth rot
If she got ran ova by a bus
It still
call them hoes Josh Smith
And it rules everything around them
You ain't gettin' dough, don't even come around them
She needs a lot of goods, she needs
didn't pick up
Guess she was gettin her clit eat up
I let it ring a whole bunch of times before I hung up
No mind I just finished diggin her out
Wit my
with bad hoes ruin your life
I'm stuntin' on bitches without even trying
She seeing I'm up and she want me to die
Fuck the Amiris, I really get fly
Ain't
fat shit just push the start
Bro, that bitch been fuckin', check the my chart
Told her I can't put the jeans down, she said, that part
Bitch, I'm
on my really glistening
She keep talkin’ she ain’t listenin’
Why you actin’ like you with the six
You ain’t never even seen a brick
Why did shawty call me
snakes in disguise, uh-huh
I can see it with my eyes, uh-huh
Wasn't even a surprise, uh-huh
Got the prize by my side, uh-huh
Got the prize by my side,
wanted to leave it you were drinkin,
So I ain't really pay it no attention,
Took you back to your crib and dropped you off
With the intention of gettin
Watchin' Katrina is worser than Argentina
See New Orleans gettin' bitch slapped by FEMA
Louisiana got racist ass politics
Free the genesigs, nigga free
Hook by Theus :
Ima slide for the guys gettin high with the guys so we all under the influence
she wanna slide one time we can ride say she down for
the way I smell, she like my cologne
(Ugh) i don't wanna talk to this bitch
Don't call my phone (Ugh)
I'm fuckin' your best friend, baby
You ain't even know
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