Lyrics:
story goes like this, man
I smooth went out on wax
Singin' Girl, That's Your Life'
Female Funk' and Shortrapp'
Silky D worked the beat kicked me cold
into my savings
Girl, you crazy thinking you run the game
I'll bust you out yo fucking frame
Your pussy dusty from fucking these lames
Hoe
I'm pullin'
carried me to heaven.
"Boys, did you ever see a girl for whom your soul you'd give
With a form like the Milo Venus, too beautiful to live
With eyes
you like to drink and sleep with your lady
And you know it ain't wrong per se, but always felt shady
Cause it's fine as long as people don't find out
and gain some knowledge
Fortifying four door bulletproof no that's not an option
Sloshie is a boss man
Yea, that gelato got my coughing
Take your girl out
dog and soulja boy, told ya boy in your mouth,
Make it bang, make it bounce, break it up take it out,
Nigga what you talking about, Snoop Dogg walk it
yours girl it's all you
In any color you love girl, it's all blue
I'm in love with your hue
I'm in love with every single fucking thing that you do
You
yours girl it's all you
In any color you love girl, it's all blue
I'm in love with your hue
I'm in love with every single fucking thing that you do
You
Katie from Portland, Maine
And each day I fall more in love with your message and your music and everything about you
RattPack all day, every day for
damn slang
And the people tryna hang with us
Tell them boys I'm on the way with it
Purple lights lighting up the basement
Lookin' out the window
the tour
Oh, that's your new girl, that's that mid-grade
Buck-fifty on your face with the switch blade
Or the razor, yeah, the razor
She my son, yeah,
the tour
Oh, that's your new girl, that's that mid-grade
Buck-fifty on your face with the switch blade
Or the razor, yeah, the razor
She my son, yeah,
with you, boy
Like it or not, you know I got you (Boy)
I know you got me too
That's why I'll always be your girl
And you gon' always be my (Boy)
Until
bitch
Spaz on Jasper
Don't give a fuck stealing your fucking purse
All I do is live verse, yeah, nigga
Swag me the fuck out, Loiter Squad
Bacon Boys
and shottas
And fucking shoot at your Honda
Then fucking zoom out in Mazdas
Them GOLF boys is bad for you
Like the food from McDonald's
Boy, I'm a king and I
Bob, drug dealer on the block
So you a bad boy
You carry big toys
You wanna get to know me, so you could just enjoy
Talk to me by your actions, I don't
to the Carnegie
But still keep my eye in the scope like I practice photography
The rice in the dope relaxing the harmony
Come fall in love with the dope boy
Like
Why you challenging a king in his own race
But now I got your name, boy you ain’t safe
Messing with the crew I’ll be beheading you boy
Now the training
you any damn thing that you want
You want flowers, I'll buy your ass a rose
But later on you're coming out them panyhose
You want gold? Girl what's
to places we never been
And when it comes to cake I get it like Entenmann's
With the heart of a lion, no lyin' I never been
No folks for these fuck boys
On my
harder than that white girl that broke your nose
You and Royce can squash this with one talk
Step around from your security and talk to that man
I
record?
Divine Styler with Physical Poets, look out
Microphone King Donald D the notorious, yeah
This is Bronx Style Bob...
Nat The Cat, boy
necklace
Bitches that we came with got all of your bitches jealous
'Bout to leave the crib with a couple of my pirates
Driving by the streets we used
them by
And some might say we're wicked little girls
With curves and kissers and pearly whites
You better keep an eye on your boys and lock 'em up
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