Lyrics:
they talkin' 'bout, nigga (fuck that, nigga)
Rack them motherfuckin' dominoes up, nigga
(Just look, ayy, look out for the table, nigga)
Fuck that
Now breathing life in her, she him
The candlelight upon her skin
And Barry White on the Hi-Fi
He's gone too far to turn back now
So what's a guy like
Now breathing life in her, she him
The candlelight upon her skin
And Barry White on the Hi-Fi
He's gone too far to turn back now
So what's a guy like
many pairs of titties before
But them titties right there
Look suckable to me
With the nipple in the middle were the sucker supposed to be
She gotta
I'm about to tell you where she been at
Costa Careyes, I got her kidnapped
She ain't sorry and I ain't sorry, it's too late for sorry
Green, White
out the jar is a must if u gimme a cigar than
A cigar i bust put that white widdow weed in the
Cigar and puff look ma im tryin to make a prono
Starrin
And driven by hate
She looks at that big wall
A great big canvas
It seems to stretch out there for miles
She slips on her headphones
Cranks up One Love
white flowers all up in her hair
"Walk beside the pony Daddy, it's my first ride
I know the cake looks funny Daddy but I sure tried"
Oh, with all that
the fact I make this shit sound effortless
I put so much thought into the messages
It's borderline obsessiveness, remember who you messin' with
White
Shit
My mother warned me that some niggas ain't my right hand
To trust her, only my heart and that elder white man
His name is Clancy, I fancy
a silouhette
White gloves and a real long cigarette
What do ya know all this time she's got me in her scope
She spoke says the devil got you guys by
unless they catch you (Obie Trice)
We all die one day (go)
Niggas, when I step up in the bar (uh-huh), faggots wanna look (what?)
Like you
pass cops
So much game boy need a mascot
Yeah, the world the world is yours
Writing hits Barry Manilow
Tighter than a bitch with some camel toe
Ridin'
with negative vibes
Look in my eyes, 27 years of pain when I glance
Thing in my pants, never ever came for romance
Finger fuckin' til my palm hurt, I
ass up in the Ramada
Them trick niggas in her ear saying they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink up out her
She like my
white in blue sound nice, make it twice" (big boy)
And I signed her autograph, "Thanks for the advice" (big boy) (yo yo)
I keep it real dirty, dirty,
hand
Halfway down Juliettes pants were
You helping her tuck
Her skirt in? I don't blame
You she looks like
She just stepped out of a Zeffirelli movie
Did
I'm straight out tha jungle
Keep 'bout five pounds and we ain't even tryin' to hustle
Y'all already know how that go
Yesir look her
Me?
I come
city of New Orleans, we call him this
Georgia (that's right) Georgia (Bush)
Now, this song is dedicated to the one with the suit
Thick white skin
like ants in her pants
Red and white diamonds on my mans, he an ambulance
Half a million to my dad, salad dressing, bought a ranch
He said his last
even look her in the face
We used to see 'em both together everywhere they went in Satan Place
They say the Mayor's daughter got another speedin'
Everybody, everybody
Everybody
Everybody sit your bitch ass down and
Listen to this true mothafuckin' story told by Kendrick Lamar on Rosecrans,
grandfather Stan wasn't Nothin' But a Man
He fell in love with Jivote so he took her by the hand
They had two sons, Stanley and Perry
They go together like
difference between crackas and n****s
See he said white folks look out fo the white folks but uh black folks blang wit tha black folks
When they ain't
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