Lyrics:
(Shaquille O'Neal)
Yo Kenny I want you to look in the phone book
Look up every model agency in the City of Los Angeles
And tell em about my new
Tell em make dem gimme space
(Gimme space gimme space joor)
See I just want to be loved by you (By youu)
Oh I can do it better
With every other record I
I don't move my lips, these bitches like to kiss and tell
I don't move my lips too much, It get hers wetter
I don't move my lips, these bitches kiss
him
(Even before the rumors start to spread)
Our eyes get deceived by what's in the open
(Yuh I had to tell 'em yet again)
Run up on me sike nah
Stay
heart of stone and then I rode the living way
Deconvert and you just tell 'em, "Read the Word"
Probably should bandage up the wound that you see
fuckin' slick?
Nigga fuck you, eat a fat boy
Do' I stacked on pussy, platinum and lace
Ain't no smile on my face
Shit, burn up by the waist
Fuck him
Hundred K, dope boy swag, stopped by DEA (hundred K)
First class, pourin' lean, tweakin', it's just me and bae (tweakin')
Late night, skeeted in a freak,
to the mall
Once we get big we gone head to em all
Do you see what I'm on
Aye I'm a little mad
Why you hanging with them niggas wit a little bag
Why you hanging
phone ion wanna do no talking
All bout the racks you can tell by how I'm flossing
Foreign car swerving I ain't get it at no auction
Just to show you
was cold we was starving
Now ya boy grown
He gon get it regardless
Do em so cold
They like why you so heartless
Dead presidents falling out of my pocket
Runnin shit track and field
Tell 'em go man fuck the yield
Hoppin out on his heels
On the block get highlight reeled
Having bucks reach and get
might get violent, violent
Ain't no more tryin', tryin', you mad I'm stylin', stylin'
My mom need islands, islands, I grew diamonds diamonds
I kept
Death before dishonor, nigga
(Run that back, Turbo)
Fuck wrong with niggas Turbo? They know how we doin'
Boys chillin' (fuck with us, get a L)
queen
And who could tell she'd get
Pregnant at an early age?
She didn't listen, had sex
Watch her belly raise
Hey, got violated by someone she dated
If
to get the bone up
And do the grown up
Then we can handle this baby, just don't get loud
'Cause I'ma cover up your mouth bitch, while I'm diggin' u out
ah just be happy for your O
Damn why you hating why don't you go?on and get you one?
What you mad cause we dating
Dog it ain't like that
Bow you
We giving you fuck boys
Five minutes to get the hell up out the club
(Five minutes, bitch) david Banner
BME Click big Face (Big Face)
Big Face,
'em wherever I'm at, then they comin'
I see blue lights, I get scared and start runnin'
That shit be crazy, they 'posed to protect us
Throw us in
and then you told
You got to running yo lips
Tell that boy get up out his feelings
He still mad bout a bitch
I held it down for them trenches
Ain’t have
being
You don't wanna motherfuckin'
You don't wanna embrace your destiny
You wanna get by
You don't wanna go into the motherfuckin' dark
Where it's
I'll tell you what shorty get in man I'll show you how to...
Tote that tool, make that double
Better be cool you don't want no trouble
Can we lean
at the caddy on the showroom floor
Now I'm trying to move 5 pounds, 10 pounds, 20 pounds, more boy)
Run tell the blood's I'm crip and go tell the crips I'm
on me, boy, you gon' catch a click
Catch me on the block, tryna spot a opp
Talkin' all that shit, I'ma get the drop
That's why he mad
That's why he mad
just don't stop (nah)
I know my father probably wish that I would just smoke pot
My grandma probably slap me for the drugs I got (boy)
I'm a crackhead
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