Lyrics:
Roll on momma like I asked you to do
And roll on, eighteen-wheeler, roll on (roll on)
Well, it's Wednesday evening, momma's waitin' by the phone
It
Said goodbye to the North Wall
And bid a fond farewell
When I got down to the smoke
It was 1963
I got a job doing meals on wheels
Round NW3
Yeah
Yo, son, you gotta take me to get them Clarks, man
Yo, check it out, yo
Yo, I got a new, yo, niggas don't even know, son
Yo, check
excuse
This time the magic number is two
'Cause it takes two, not three, to seduce
My destiny of love is brought to an apex
Sex is a mere molecule
In
these drawers
Fitted, nine inches bigger than yours
This Meth dude got that food and he serving it raw
Told you before, I bring the pain and now I'm
Verse 1
Max B:
After two fifths of Cru, I had the plan made
Nigga got his food ate, patched it up wit' a band-aid
Max mayonaisse, macaroni cheese,
and my weeples natural hustlers
If you need that then come get plugged by us
223's comin' out the state from us
This is Sic' Wid It, you can't fuck wit
Eighty-five on the bridge, hat to the side
Twenty-three-inch Yokohama flats on the ride
Young Stunna, baby girl, is you up on me?
They go so hard, man, I
the plan made
Nigga got his food ate, patch it up with a Band-Aid
Max mayonnaise, macaroni cheese, and mustard
Your bitches look musty
Shit got me
pussy
I'ma get deep in that pussy
Give me three percs and some codeine
I swear to you, I'ma get deep in that pussy
We toast it up, let the bar come
[Chorus x2]
Ring the alarm
Jersey bring the bitch out the bastards
Woah yeah
We get cash in wit bass D.O.A.
You'll find that higher Brick City
cooking on a wood stove
Seems to bring a picture to my mind
Of a little three room house with mama in the kitchen
But she can't stop to talk ain't got
the Shocker)
You can tell by the look in my eye
I'm a soilder till the day that I die
Fuck 'em we keep it locked
all that heat we got we keep
I've made the same mistake before
Too many malls, too many stores
December traffic, Christmas rush
It breaks me till I push and shove
Children
it away and you will see
Someone will have it before you can count
One, two, three, yes, they will, yes, they will
Listen fellas, you know, it's
the christmas lights
And the fire's bright (it makes my spirits rise)
I can already see mama's Christmas tree
Surrounded by all the family
Presents everywhere
to drive
The day she parked on I-65
Found her on the shoulder cryin'
She didn't know where she was
It's like her mind just quit
Oh, but bring up Grandpa
suppose. (Well, it's loser's luck, I suppose.)
Slow down,
Or else your feet won't feel the ground.
(ground.)
Inch by
inch, (Inch by inch,)
(Inch by inch
Bitches, bitches, bitches you love Moet?
Bring some of that shit bring it to me!
Skeet, skeet, skeet, skeet, skeet, skeet
Skeet i love Moet
Everybody
what?)
It's a wrap, we on the way to the house
By 3:45 I'll be kickin' her out (ayy)
Patty cake, patty cake, microwave (microwave)
Suckas make
Z3, twenty-inch chrome
Shorty rolled up on me chatting on her cell phone
Cartier bracelet with ass for days
Looking all pretty in her Fendi shades
This time the magic number is two
'Cause it takes two, not three, to seduce
My destiny of love is brought to an apex
Sex is a mere molecule
In this
her boyfriend
You goin' to be by your damn self
While I'm in my Benz with your friend
And she bout to get nervous
Baby I don't want nothing
But
came in this thinkin' you was gon' be this great thing
'Cause I seen the greats do it with a great queen
What these kings have in common? They had
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