Lyrics:
making sweet love with her all through the night
Straight to the top, girl you really make me hot
You're just four times a lady
Now she calls me up
spit
Make a nigga "G" flick, classic criminal
Keep a gat by my genitals, thugs love me
So don't get splashed for the minimal
We never vest up, be
I love you
Turn my headphone down a little bit, yeah
For so many reasons
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (I do), yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Yeah,
I want a 4 by 4 for the whip
Bad b girl for my chick
Brown hair peng and thick
Nike how she curve like a tick
I want a business there for my lady
Imma keep it real I pull up on 'em
And it's all on me
Fake love that's how it be
Everywhere I go this shit all I see
I'm a tough dude but I'm
Bitch, in four years I made nothing into something
Hungrier than ever and I'm still headhunting
On everyone playlist yet not at the function
No
They ask why I started rappin' cause I'm tryna put food on the table
Did a lot for these niggas, but I wasn't counting on favors
But fuck all them
Nigga, this shit is about respect to me
Love to see when I walk up in the club
A nigga run up on me, tellin' me I'm the realest nigga livin'
Nigga, you
hype
it's the four tay
rock down
hit the shake down
gotta drop
that digit hit the
info it's your main
higga mack from da
seven one four kick
always by my
Lil' dark skin thang, bad mean lil bitch
That don't mean she a bitch
That jus mean she the shit
For the niggas thank it's sweet
Got a beam wit a clip,
Pacewon]
We like (woop!), love our shit or leave it alone (4X)
[Young Zee] (Pacewon) {both}
You know the Outz spit game
Without rappin' bout my chain and my
'cause I oversee the Projects like A&R's
try not to do hits myself, I order that
while you cooked Four and a half and got a quarter back
you play
my next move
Makin plays like its Madden
If I got it the you got it I'm passing Steve Nashing
Love this rappin got the passion
Can't be lacking gotta
Yeah, yeah, yo
I'm sick of all these directional-ass rappin'-ass niggas (uh, yo)
You know what I'm sayin'?
You got West in the shit, now we got
I wasn't rappin', uh
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
Ay, to my dreams, I'm gettin' closer
Need no luck, no four
Poison politics affects us
Get my flow on a show of flexes
Got too much love above
For the battle of the sexes
Now I won't go as far as romancin'
shirt by Marni, this shit ain't around
We get this paper, all that other shit be played out
I can take you where it's double what you pay, I got it laid
he said he gon start rappin
He came up wit both parents man that nigga ain't no killer
Accidentally shot somebody he was scared he pulled the trigger
You're gonna have to come to terms wit' it, like a school bag
Nuff of these rappers ain't real, they're just rappin' hype
Why you shoutin' all the time,
Sweet Baby, (Yeah)
Sweet Darling, (Yeah)
I Love You, (Yeah)
Forever , (Yeah)
And I love her like no other
Met her in the 80’s introduced by my
dreaming by my side
I wish I could call you mine
(You know the words to this one?)
'Cause you belong where the four winds blow
Out where the untamed
it aint about the money I ignore, I know that might seem kinda boring, but to waste a minute cant afford it, the feeling of success i adore it, sweet
die? No, the poor man lived
Let me tell you something that I know
The coal man got run
Over by the five-fourty-four
It cut off his arms and it crushed
cause we don't believe in goin' head up
On a sweet lick for 100's, 50's, and dubs, trigger finger itchy with snubs
Hit me wit love, black gloves, red
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