Lyrics:
sword
Live by the gun ima die by it lord
Pimping ain’t easy I love me some whores
I slide in that pussy like whales to shore
You niggas want war? I
like a samurai
We the niggas make the birds fly
Then I fucked the bitch five times
Then I kicked her out 'cause I'm fuckin' tired
Takeoff!
I just
too pussy for that by the time u hit 50 yo ass go be a crack
You go be out beggin for change but u know wah fuck it fuck this shit
So he den upped
ride ride ride
We can do it do it all night night night
Black honey got me going up all night
You know when I’m in it top five five five
I know imma
collection
I make music that electrify 'em, you make music that pacify 'em
I can double down on that line, but spare you this time, that's random acts
'm a working man.
I'm gonna need a shot of vitamin E
by the time you're finished with me.
I'm talkin' to you, Hot legs, you're an alley cat.
Hot legs, you
a shot of vitamin E
By the time you're finished with me
I'm talkin' to you
Hot legs, you're an alley cat
Hot legs, you scratch my back
Hot legs, bring your
Backwoods stuffed with a 3.5
When I creep by, probably throwin' peace signs out the window
I'm busy, I ain't got time for pretendin'
Yeah, hit her
1, 2, X is comin' for you
3, 4, you better lock your door
5, 6, get your crucifix
7, 8, don't stay up late
1, 2, X is comin' for you
3, 4,
the mass that
Hackensack, highway to holly for this cashmere
Satin pro, got the somali, rolls on my mind
In France I dance by the moon
Sailin' from
in hell if you're accusing god of cursin'
Satin must've built a radio in you
Monologuing by a shallow grave
(I think I know what happens next)
back from my classes
Or at Quals or at Little 5
But then every other time he was always by your side
I knew that something had clicked
And I was
basketball with us some time
Oh, I'll see if I can round
Up a few figure skaters
You better bring your best man 'cause me and
My brothers are gonna put you
a life that lasts get saved by the system or die in these streets is something we had to grasp They say I was different in the past that’s true I got money
Give me all you got my baby
L O V E
L O V E
L O V E
Oh yeah
Well I’m burning up the street
Watching people on their feet in my car
I’ve got no time
the pussy apart
Shawty it's on after dark
Step to the mic and now I got ya
call me Young Sinatra
The flow is prominent, hella dominant
On time with it when
pretty party favor
He says I'm his favorite flavor
Uh, uh, catch me ridin' like a bitch
Got the six forty-five
Catch me ridin' with my bitch
Uh, long
potnas jackin niggas cars betta hide yo ride
I was broke at 9 went up 9 by 9:09
Nigga owed me 5 I told dat boy better chime yo 5
I fucked that bitch & she
But you did, now I'm going all out kid
And I got mad love to give, you my nigga
You're all
I need
To get by
You're all (lie together, cry
Fuck it shit happens
I guess Some people
Got worse then me
See you lurking
I’ll be damned if you
Take moms from me
Why is it
Every time I wake up
I wanna
'm a working man.
I'm gonna need a shot of vitamin E
by the time you're finished with me.
I'm talkin' to you, Hot legs, you're an alley cat.
Hot legs, you
have to funk wit' me
But you did, now I'm going all out, kid
And I got mad love to give
You're all
I need
To get by
(W-w-wild, I'm about to blow)
bitch
Step back, whatchu lookin' at
I got all 4 on the floor and now it's time I attacked
And on the 5 and 13 I'm reachin' back
To give them bitches
a motherfucker
Bitch I got money
Bitch I got money
Bitch I got money
Bitch I got money
Bitch I got money I got money these days
I got money these days I got money
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