Lyrics:
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And she all upon me like a logo, logo
But I'm not complaining, by baby let's go ohhhh
She kill them with the dance
She murder with her waist
Whenever you call me by the wrong pronouns
You're killing me inside
Making me feel invalid
Like I don't matter
Well baby I matter
Just like everybody else
to my team yeah we give these bitches hell
Hit her off a perky bet she feel it in her knees fuck her
While im smoking trees got her screaming baby please
you toast (bow)
Bitches want to have a baby by me, it's a no (it's a no)
Bitch are you dumb? (Whoa) go (go)
Anyway, can I fuck your friend
disappear
Madame Butterfly, she lulls me to sleep
Like an ancient river
So wide and deep
She said, "Be easy, baby, ain't nothin' worth stealin' here"
trippin'
Tell me what you 'bout to do
She told me she about to go home,
But first she gotta stop by the store
She needed double A's for a new device,
dead bitch.
Pants was never gonna give
It up
I'm fuckin her rough
Got a flip
on my camera
While she clipping the bud
Everybody hurt by the people we love
out, or in this case the dough
Roll with the blow till considered a hoe
Babies are born and pawned off to grandmama
The bitch ain't done, she still lives
gangsta, you can tell by the swag
And it's fresh off the lot, you can tell by the tag, what's up?
It's about 3 in the morning
Gotta leave with somethin' hot
the big knot
Don't you see the big chain
Don't you see the big rims
Wonder who they hatin' on lately
Baby it's him candy paint,
Gator skin seats call
Here come the butter baby
(I bring it smooth and hot)
Here come the butter baby
(Bringing it smooth and hot)
Here come the butter baby
(I bring it
Bitch ah fool if she think she boutta play with me Break ah bitch heart call her over just to lay with Broke nigga but I still keep some pap on me
She looked like Nala when she got on top me
I gazed in her eyes and responded
Can we go half on a baby?
Broke another fingernail scratching on my
our life, nigga (drop his ass)
I just had a son, I just had a cub (my baby)
What's even better is he by somebody that I love (my baby)
My real
chick named Tondalea
Was a hot girl and everybody wanted to slay her
But she wasn't fond of players, only wanted ballers to spoil her
With six figures
crying
We've come so far, been climbing
Now the clouds they passed us by
C'mon and raise your glass up high
Everybody home, ain't nobody gone
And I got
her top down, baby, she flies
Run run, with the fury of a saint in her eyes
Run run, ha-cha cha cha, bcby, she goes
With blonde hair and a gun
Smcking
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
Riding with the window down so everybody see me
Same Jeff Hamilton Leather Kobe rocked during the 3 peat
It's a masterpiece the type of scene you
like a pro now (Like a pro now)
Call me twenty four, Jeff Gordon make it so loud (Make it roar now)
Prolly with these hoes til I find out what they goals
I'mma hold on
everybody wanna call on my name
Day by day
I'mma stay on
i'm a rocket
They gone hate on my name when i get on
i don't know what to say
Calls me by my name
Now that I am in your fair town
You must do the same
For I'm a
Ding dong daddy from Dumas
You ought to see me do my stuff
I'm
[Missy]
She's ah, uh uh, bitch
Yo, I'ma tell y'all straight up and down
It's like this for real, it's goin' down like this foreal
She's ah, bitch
being all that
Even Babe Ruth wouldn't call that
I don't even sweat it tho
Baby had some tinnerz and my credit low
But the shit will hit em quicker
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