Lyrics:
you're the bitter type
That's until I came along
And put some dick in her life
Wanna see how that a** looking thick in the light
I noticed she was
at fourteen with a scheme
To get more cream than I'd ever seen in a dream
And by all means I will be livin' high off the hog
And I never gave a fuck about
or fuck 'em by the deuce (deuce)
I don't fuck with you niggas, you and twelve in cahoots (twelve)
Talk deep for any bitches, mama said they put roots
vicious)
My God white, he in my pocket
He get me redder than the devil 'til I go nauseous
Asked me if I do this every day, I said, "Often"
Asked how
Johnson of rap!
Motherfucker, I got things sold up
While y'all in up
You bitch ass niggas! Y'all hatin' on
A real nigga like me
You even seen my billboard
don't think y'all understand how bad her ass got
The implants that she had put in her ass popped
I was like, "Damn, 90 days and you couldn't have box?
to bust my shit
I tell you niggas like Kyrie, "Suck my dick"
I don't trust a soul, I don't even trust my bitch
Before I fall in love, I'd rather cut my
of the Cartel
Meet the Barskdale people
Turn that to meet the boxdel
People up in here i want a strong bitch that
Meet the BARKSDALE PEOPLE!
You know how I said
chopper put in check
Big body on broaders, that's all I know
Mansion on Washetona 6 figures on the floor
Double R and DR watched by Uptown security
like, ‘how could this be?’
Take it from someone who sees
The warmth as proper reprieve
We in the dead zone
Or are we cryogenically frozen so to speak?
Eighty light years have passed by
I'll see you back one day
How are you doing?
Maybe it's all damn the same thing
It's been near past Thursday
Where
even think
She put a pill in her coke
She took a trip next by her soul
She fucked and skipped the rubber so
You prolly know how that shit go
If all my
dick through the carpet and tickled me more
Pocket full of cum and I might throw it on a heater
Cum burns in my lungs, lil' baby take a breather, ayy
dub’s doe,
Drove by Eric on our way 2 blow da blunt smoke
How I link another female while I’m in yo city
How I put up w cho shit but chu dip in a jiffy?
thing (spoke)
Turned to be a forgetful thing (thing)
Bitches say i'm fake (how)
But i don't play that autotune (no)
I auto sing, take some kush (haa, haa)
niggaz but niggaz that try and shot dead
You're only takin' a fuckin' thing from me with hot led
You know my style fagot, 'cause I'm always schemin'
In
Ass so tight you bounce a quarter
Fill me up like you in Hoarders
When he take a dick pic in his snapchat
That thing be poppin' out the border
Lick my
Hey how ya doin'
Sorry ya can't get through
Why don't you leave your name
And your number
And I'll get back to you
Hey how are ya doin'
Sorry
strange, but could you
Stop thinkin with ya dick for a change
'Cause you'll get a bullet in your brain, Mr Rich
And about that bitch, don't trust 'em
vagina, discussin' the finer things
My crib is mean, watchin' a hundred inch screen
Lettin' the shorties slide by once in a while and let 'em dream (uh)
We are not the same, I am too reckless
I'm not tryna go in that direction
These niggas, they been doing too much flexin'
And they about to call
Check it out
This is how I wanna spit it
I bullshitted in the eighties
(Forbid)
I had to get my mind up off the ladies
Like these worldly things
racing to the paper
Blowing Os from the herb of Mother Nature
If I die end up right by the creator
Got a n***a named Tyler in N.Y
Been talking to him
keep the pussy wet (Yep)
I’mma keep the pussy wet (Yep)
I’mma keep the pussy wet (Yep)
My dick hard, her pussy wet
And I’m born with my dick in
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