Lyrics:
(ah)
We got big jewels (big jewels), big cars (big cars)
Big watch on a pair of bapesta's (bapesta)
Ice cream with an astronaut
You don't
play it? (Ow!)
And if you already started
And you don't run from this dick
Shake something, make loving, look what we got
I'm thankful for you (ha)
don't get no rich nigga
Give me some head, that'll really piss him off
Yeah, breathe in, breathe out
If ya iced up, pull ya sleeves out
Push a big
That's why we postpone, and when you call
We can't pick up the phone
They got us tappin
Loving our songs since way back
Now a days, they wonder
Nigga, you
the NARC sabotagin, slippin cracks in
Your camoflougin, now you snitchin on the squadron
That's somethin niggas can't pardon
City overrun by young gun
you see my fuckin dick is throbbin
She started slobbin and gogglin, spittin burblin burpin it
I told her 'just don't matter baby, just don't bite it'
No
Lecter, so just in case you're thinkin' of savin' face
You ain't gonna have no face to save
By the time I'm through with this place, so Drake
It may
(Verse 1)]
Boy, you got that crazy magic formula
And I can't shake it babe
Just wanna drink it babe
And I stay hungry for your love
You keep me
to a club called Jack's
If you got a little time to kill
Just follow that crowd of people
You'll wind up out on his dance floor
Diggin' the finest little
Today I started loving you again
I'm right back where I've really always been
I got over you just long enough
To let me heartache mend
Then today I
Today I started loving you again
I'm right back
Where Ive really always been
I got over you just long enough
To let me heartache mend
Then today I
mind's on gettin' reach by all means
In the trap, cause this rap shit was just my dream
I'm a hood rich nigga, I ain't never had shit
I really ain't
~ She's a Lady ~ Oh yeah!
He's a Lover! ~ I'm a Lover!
He's big hearted! ~ Once I've started!
Nothin' is good for you!
Say, how do you mean that?
in
Your camouflaging
Now you snitching on the squadron
That's something niggas can't pardon
City overrun by young gun with bad
Intention and Wu Wear
and convincin' girls to stay the night
That's our way of life, dropped 2009 to say it twice
Every day's a flight
You just hatin', dawg, that ain't advice
Got
it
He said, "Who snitched?"
CHORUS
Yo, how did he go out?
He went out like a bitch!
So ladies
We ain't just talkin' bout you
Cause some of you niggas
want to us)
(And that we won't retaliate?)
Protect my motherfuckin' self, by any means necessary (right)
'Cause you don't know me, I don't know you
I am just a poor man, got nowhere to go
All my leaves have fallen, left me all alone
If I was a rich man, if I was a king
I would give you all I
a snipe' before
Rich-ass shooter got big-ass jewelers
Ain't doin' or losin', she see me, she droolin'
Levels (yeah, yeah)
Rich-ass steppers (yeah)
She
a tender soul
Don't give a fuck but I've got a heart made of gold
I switch off, forget about my enemies
You stare at me, like you're not scared of me
Just
to a club called Jack's
If you got a little time to kill
Just follow that crowd of people
You'll wind up out on his dance floor
Diggin' the finest little
'bout Gucci Mane
That lil' bitch like, "Burr," why she so insecure?
Who got the pills in here? How do you live in here?
I got my crib in here, havin'
You know
Lifestyle of the rich and hated
Shadowboxing in the dark
Ayy
I drove the Bentley overseas
In southern Italy, I'm on Capri
The ones
foul
From the tip of my head to the crack of my ass
She got busy so I called to the crew
You bitches know what to do
Hoes try to front like they
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