Lyrics:
a grill spliter
Never do sex with a psycho bianc
Anybody wit her better pop yo trunk
Run better get a gun when the bitch come better know she a psycho
Vlone, Vlone
(By my own fuckin' self)
Lil' Vlone, Lil' Vlone, Lil'
Vlone, Lil' Vlone, lil' Vlone
Let's go, let's go, let-
(Eldrick got the juice)
Walk by
can get her money
And she run to fuck her own ignorant homey
You a lost cause, yellin' pause when they drop the draws
It's entrapment, have yo nigga
been with me from the start
Hid my drugs from the NARC's, hid my guns by the parts
I got this model chick that don't cook or clean
But she dress her
fuckin' Erick Sosa
You better choke her, she the female Bill Clinton
Lie, cheat and smoke, you got her still sittin'
Then she bouncin' in, so you wanna
Grandmama 55, and yo Mama 37
Got a nigga with a crib, and a nigga with some wheels
Got a nigga she gone fuck, and a nigga for the bills
If her nigga get
don't do right by you then leave 'em
Droptop, bitch, I'm flyin', I ain't speedin'
Make my own place, yeah, I make my own cash
Talkin' 'bout relations,
and they'll shake it 'til they foot hurt
Say she dressin' for time, she got a lot of that
She ain't no nickel and dime, she got a dollar back
When she step her
loyal solid wit goals damn that's one of a kind
And she got her own money too she ain't wantin for mine
She aint needin no time On her own wave
Yo exs
town
Strictly biz, she don't play around
Cover much grounds, got game by the pound
Getting paid is her forte
Each and every day, true player way
I
Wit' rent still?
A bitch won't make it past first
Base if I curve her
Unless she got Angels In The In Field
I keep a 40 below, a 45
You add the wind
to the bottom of my throwback
With you rollin' yo' rims lookin' like a Kodak
Watch I drive I wanna smoke, she will roll that
Miss mobstress rollin' with
rollin yo' rims lookin like a Kodak
Watch I drive I want to smoke, she will roll that
Miss mobstress rollin with the hardest
Holdin it down like
She got new friends
Baby got new friends
She cut off her loose ends
She chunk up the deuces
Baby kept it moving
And For the summer copped a new whip
to say
And if I say something lame she'll probably shoot me away
She go for ballplayers
Already knowing her type
I got a shawty back home but we just argue
rhythm to my feet
And when we, when we do it do it to the beat
She like, "My Melody" done by Eric B. and Rakim
'Cause she be rockin' me steadily, yo
She got lil bit of ass on her
When she walk by it make a young nigga wanna smash on her
I can't believe all of these niggas in here passed on her
in here if yo pockets ain’t on precious
Cause she got designer habbits she don’t want pandora necklace
She make it clap throw it in circles for her
really care
She don't really care
She want them diamonds in her ear
Diamonds in the air
Oh yeah, oh yeah
She lived in Somalia
Her parents from
twenty-seven, argues fights
Selfish in her own right, polite, guess she's in her second childhood
"Cause when I flow the for the street"
"Who else could it be"
a fuck, you thinking if you pass her she won't give a fuck
(Why?)
Coz she's blinded by the cheddar
She can't wait to walk out and just smile for the cameras
fishin, but I bait'em
And I'm livin' like Flava (Yeah yeah)
Call yo bitch and tell her I need some mechanical
Plus she make me stand out like a ruler ey
fishin, but I bait'em
And I'm livin' like Flava (Yeah yeah)
Call yo bitch and tell her I need some mechanical
Plus she make me stand out like a ruler ey
she ain't around I like to call her my angel
She got me hypnotized by her eyes
Whisperin' all of yo lies with my hands on yo thighs
Baby excuse me if
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