Lyrics:
the white, want the snow
Packs comin' in, had to get 'em off the boat
Stack a lot of bread, gotta keep it by the loaf
Ridin' with my brother to the end,
the girlfriends fall in line from my spin off
That's game bitch aint shit
Nudies and some J six
Where I'm from it's cold
And niggas get at you like
about her good thing that she's got
Yeah, and she tipped out on it
See, ain't nobody gonna believe what to tell him no way, fool
Oh, yeah, girls, you
there's a Heaven you would think they'd let ya speak to your son
Maybe she has in the form of a baby's laugh
I heard passing by in a stroller, remindin'
passion
Though slightly blinded by that ass
It was hard to keep my dick in my pants
Every time you pass, got me checking for you hardcore
Staring
Attached to your girl like a .jpeg
Party scene turn to a murder scene
Keep shittin on niggas, need potty train, turn up, collard green
I'm on gasoline
stable
If a wench jumps off at the mouth, keep it cool, then you play her"
Get your cash, then you creep, check a broad, enemy
Ain't no love for you
a stupid as nigga, I didn't even wear a mask
I guess you know by now the B H Z do not play
My pussy valley are down and gonna spray
They still robbin'
an attack by an unknown enemy
Huh
Yeah
Huh
Uh
.44 bulldog, my motherfucking pet
I point it at you and tell that motherfucker, "Fetch"
I'm fuckin'
She wanna know my mood
Baby girl what's the mood
Got her coming in twos
I gotta keep me a few
Baby girl if you choosy
Gotta keep me a few freaks
I
(check)
The roof topless, I'm showin' my ass
I brought New York back ya niggas ain't got a chance
Remix!
We fly high no lie you know this (ballin!)
feels better than a good harty-harr, right boys and girls"
[Violent J]
We got dead bodies everywhere you look
All the nerds sitting up front got cooked
or die
Make the hardest motherfucker cry when
A MC pass by
I flip rhymes off the top of my head just
Like Raid I spray MC's until they dead
A vocal
(stress)
To my girls that's lookin' their best
Won't you go and show it off for us?
(Ladies, go on, throw your hands up)
And if he's all in your head
Got a cock like a cactus
Now I drift through the desert like a wild coyote
Horny as a toad trippin off peyote
Holdin uptrains and gettin goods by
fucking with me, I ain't no motherfucking punk
Punk, I got some good hands, but I prefer my gat
Now where you at, cause I'ma slit your cool-Aid pack
See,
And I'm thinking
People pushing by, and walking off into the night
I hate coming to the entrance, just to get bars on my phone
You have no new
will keep going till the wheels fall off 'cause
Even when I'm dead, my vibe will be alive
Man came from the back roads
On point, man are fully in snap
last pic before the day is done
Cus' my fit won't quit 'til I hang it up
If I'm not fitted up then I'm better off dead
You gotta look good
look good, you
a deep breath then
Bend her knees like a free throw
I don't want me no good girl
I fell in love with these freak hoes
In my bedroom, I'll make a movie
It's
a turn
Now my sideman wants to give a preview
so at my next concert I wanna see you
there not sittin in a chair
standin on yo feet, with yo hand in the air
I keep it cool, baby
Kid Cudi, riding the cuddy
As by the girls yeah they on scream love me
Double oh represent it til I'm finished
Ask bout GOOD
days, we can try again
I need Henny on the rock, my Queen top notch
And I keep a fly girl like Jenny from the block
Got H2 in me, Flossburg with me
Just crusin
Remix playin we're not loosing
Yes yes ya'll get to movin'
Skip the intro get to grovin'
We all winnin' why you loosin'?
It's all good you
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