Lyrics:
live...
Yo USA, all my chicks that strip, boo's, go to the store with the dewey pins
still in
All my chicks with the credit card scams, two kids, one job,
chicks used to have woms back in day
When a spade was a spade an Geminis were the only 2 faced
And everyone could have a laff at rikky Gervais
Don't get
She said no
Wonder why didn’t she tell the truth
She ain't got nothing to lose
I guess she likes being number two
Then she said
Say my name, say my
Pour two shots for loss Soldiers
And one more for the whole city
Other cities can't fuck with us
And if they do they so silly
Clocked in no time out
grab two, we dip out and take pics (yeah)
New car and I lose calm, my favorite (ayy)
Poolside, I skinny dip with gay chicks
Nah, I don't usually be
through the west
Ain't no where even touchin lA got me bumpin
Ain't worried about nothing
Day 1's by my side
Don't need an introduction
Hennessy and reefer
That girl kinda ugly but I don't exclude
Took your chick and my chick, for me that makes two (Two)
I don't mess with goofies, catch me posted trying
the streets or in the store
Know a couple dollars won't get you by
Truth is a Paris Hilton jail cover story
Could never flop
For that sexy mug-shot
I could get
me
No more bein' poured drink
Specials at winners or being ignored by the
Think straight sinners
I used to smoke pinners while
My moms made dinner now
with this bitch here
It's bad enough that I'm rankin' myself
But I can't be ranked by no one else
U-G-L-why, bitch, you ain't got no alibi
So don't
Now I'm in love with these two chicks
I don't know which one to pick
My feelings for them both are getting thick
Now am I wrong cause I don't want
talk to 'er if it ain't about a dollar.
Stayed in the latest? Esay?, Gucci, Prada
Two kids, no communication with' the father.
She nineteen, lookin'
as could be?
No, Mase ain't writing for me
And I have no desire to be
Or have fake chicks rhyme wit me
Uhh, you ain't my man, you ain't down wit me
You
fingers as a sign of truth, she fingers herself a lot when I stayed at her place I asked to sleep with her and she said no and then went to bed and I could
All I need is baking soda some pots and pans
Little ice up what I can
Chick at home saying I'm no good
When the fuck am I gon' get her out
be
We stand in two different positions
I'm out in the kitchen
You hide in the pantry
You're talking risk, well ante it up
Need to quit acting all
Lock down cave in with no air protect us I swear stop
I can't breathe
Hands up hands down they hoping you're not around
When foul shit goes down
Stop
time yea
Imma ride it
Get up inside it
If you like it
Imma take my time yea
Flight to Santarinni
Yep Greece me please
Ain’t no basic chick
This
a basic hoe I need a rich chick, ok
Big shit nigga i talk big shit
And my wrist lit yeah you know my wrist lit
All this jewelry, got me looking like a quick
representing knocking shit down
Yeah, right
Feel me, yeah
Come on
Now, I'm in love with these two chicks
I don't know which one to pick
My feelings for them
kind of sad and
I said you too? I said No Doubt I know how that be happenin
But I need all the Dixie Chicks jus to gather in
And let me explain jus
than just some friends
But by the time I looked up
You was gone With anotha man
Damn
True love is hard to find
Need a ride or die chick
Sittin by my
the boats like it's suicide
Couldn't get this chick's attention now they form a line
However it go
You already know
I'm found
This ain't no rebound
talking bout No Doubt
I can't think of shit to do
My brain is on a fucking drought
If you're in my yard
You get splat by my sawed off
Talking bout it's just
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