Lyrics:
the top, I came for the bread, don't give a flying
F.... what you read, I'm going to make it to the top, so nigga don't play up out
My spot, I had no
spot
Just like Magellan don't need a fucking map
Playing the heart by ear can you hear the cheeks clap
I'm no picky eater, I know how to treat her
love your fingers, you love my reaction.
My G-spot is your credit card.
I'm the favorite in your doll collection.
Don’t forget that the doll has no
bout your lil' tip
I'm diggin' for that G-spot
To make your pussy drip
Your pussy lips
Just steady poppin' in my face
And I just bought a space
Out
in my lane cuz I swear them niggas all be hating
Can't trick me out my spot they cant fool me with they lil persuasion
Don't mention me in allegations
will listen
in the spot, just a G smoking pot
making beats right to the stock
Juicy drill, i am gonna make it fill
kinda ill, catch me rolling in
the best in me
The pop a recipe for curin the g now what they see
We rockin steadily incredible melody
Motivated from the animated side tellin me, compellin
The motherfucker that be buggin' over truth, you see
Original, criminal run the town, crime pays
That's what I practice, so act
If you wan' get blasted by my
by a fucking tech
Rat tat to the tat tat, I'm a take him out of his memory
For ridin my nuts and tryin to stick me with delivery
Loose lips, sink
Illinois
We're rockin the girls and a-boppin' on the boys
And I spot a little bitty on a little bam bam
That pill poppers hopping on a city bound tram
with the Ripper and the Ripper rolls with me
And my Brethren D to the O-G
See we be hittin' up Boom spots a lot
In the cipher gettin' high with
The motherfucker that be buggin' over truth, you see
Original, criminal run the town, crime pays
That's what I practice, so act
If you wan' get blasted by my
[O.C.]
Yeah, uhh
Rock on the boards, why'know?
Hahahahahaha, yeah
Yeah yeah, what what
Yo, yo
Whatever I write, I abide by, sayin what I mean
Meanin
front sides and back
Niggas try to take me on a ride and leave me stranded black
Leave me in spots where I can't fly jack
Ain't that some shit how
Daily]
Now Daily pull up to the spot, at 12 o'clock on the dot
Looking for a chickenhead, bopper to bop
Twenty inches spinning slow, as I crawl in
applications
Shit I like to rhyme and I won a battle or two
Down at the PAC with the crew the kid from broward can duel
Yeah he got a few filler lines
By now
the homiez
But now I must remember all about my tenderonis
You're lonely by your homey baby I know how you're feelin'
You in the mood for some sexual
at the club, and up at the spot
Up in the bathroom, living room, or out on the block
I won't stop, I won't quit, drinkin' a 5th
Bangin' some new shit from Dre
to make that mail
Day by day livin'
An nobody don't want no static
A-P 9 in the attic
Five stripes, I'm wreckin' traffic
Pullin' a G daily
Watch how I
girls are docked dip in,
Nigga keep a headlock,
Trust Gunz with your wife?
Motherfucker bet not, Sleep on Peter G,
Peas don't eevr doubt it,
>From
secrets bein' spilled out, soon as it happens the pigeons talk
I try to keep her close by, don't mind lettin' go
let her know who the fuck she wit'
like any
the flavor with the because it pays
It's written by the groceries, or should I say the veggies
Come over here fair maiden, allow me to pull the wedgie
from
still in the trap
I mean the dope spot, but the slanging got my snapping like the rope hot
I can be the player you want to bust wit
Or nigga you don't
*slap*
Thinkin that you teflon proof
Smack the po tryna get away and rap the proof
[Hook]
*add lines*
When BK in the spot ya know ya gotta (Get up)
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