Lyrics:
guns too
It's not to be a racist, but let's face this
Wouldn't you if we could trade places?
I got lynched by some crooked cops and to this day
Them
the struggle
You know what I'm sayin'?
It's all good, baby baby (check it)
It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up! Magazine (uh-huh)
Salt-N-Pepa
tonight?
You already know what it's hitting for
Ma, I got whatever outside and you know what I'm sitting on
50/50 venture with them S dots kicking off
here to stay (I'm here to stay)
I got me a whole one so I'm bout to roll one
As soon as you jump in the ride with me
Now you gettin' lifted, and you
Let your hands hit the ceilin', your mans with the dealings
Old habits like Hank Williams, they mad, they in their feelings
I'm beastin', they hardly
drive-by of thoughts
No extensions, all attempts are to fail
Blinded by the light, it's time you learn braille
From a lunatic, I'm death like arsenic
you know what I mean?
Go diggin', uhh check it
I bring the butter, huh
Make you want to creep up on one another, huh
I'm mad sharp like a box
don't be stepping on my toes
Go the way I told you if not I'm a drop you off the globe
Are you bout the marks
Is you bout the marks
He bore on the cross
gone, and I'm here to stay (I'm here to stay)
I got me a whole one so I'm bout to roll one
As soon as you jump in the ride with me
Now you gettin'
I'm like, you right
She could be my angel wings, her voice sounds like an angel sings
Ya I'll be back with the trade mark strings
Just try
greedy I got mad friends with Benz's
C-notes by the layers, true fuckin' players (uh)
Jump in the Rover and come over
Tell your friends jump in the GS3
time
I swear I saw your face change, it didn't seem quite right
And it's hello babe, with your guardian eyes so blue
Hey my baby, don't you know our
Right by the floor baby
Baby when you get to the bed
Gon' be a whole lot of crazy things
Going through your head
You're ready by now I'm sure
I could
relay
Why I'm so mad on my B-Day?
She say "I thought you got sober"
And I say "I wish you'd stop being a bitch
And get to minding your business"
Told
bitch (Woo)
Let me fuck you from the back, though
Let me fuck you while I’m mad, though (Agh)
On God, fuck a stripper bitch like Amber Rose
Bitch ain't
fusion
Of chemical solution for this fresh illusion
You couldn't see me with binoculars
I'm armed like an octopus
Step on stage and you'll get socked
by the gate moms
Lookin' straight with her house she got great loungin' in her new home
That's about to state I'll be your call mail motel you can
I just wanna fuck bad bitches
All them nights I never had bitches
Now I'm all up in that ass bitches
Mad at your boyfriend, ain't 'cha?
You
her, you loved her, moved her in the crib
Hit by cupid, stupid, why'd you do it? Why be bother?
Why you holla? Three babies, three baby fathers
Get wise
like glass, I can see right through
You're whole damn posse be catchin' 'em all 'cause you vic'd
And ya didn't have friends to begin with, I'm
the new Jag
Now nigga why you mad?
Oh you cant do that
I'm so forgetful, they calling me cocky
I come up out the jeweler, they calling me Rocky
Its
you know how I get down
I provide by any means to be
(I wanna be the reason you smile)
We done been through ups and downs, had drama for a while
I'm
him, you next
And you better have a good doctor to rearrange your face
I'm the Champ
Who want to battle the Don?
I'm James Bond in the Octagon with
Yeah this one right here goes out to all the baby's mamas, mamas
Mamas, mamas, baby mamas, mamas
Yeah, go like this
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson (oh),
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