Lyrics:
how you act
Now a bitch talking bout "fuck me"
Man, fuck that bitch
Ho keep telling you "trust me"
Man, don't trust that bitch
Coke Boys, South Bronx,
Paul Masson
Yea I know the shit cheap
So I buy the shit by the heap
Big bottle last about a week
Paul Masson Paul Masson
You already know what I’m
huh)
Gon' to pick up all his hores (ooh)
And I got one thing to say (uh huh)
Don't you try to play on me (ain't gon)
'cause I used to have you tamed
loved my mind
I did a lot of bad things and she was my lifeline
For real
But you know everything comes to an end
She left me on the floor and I don’t
Come out and play
You know we had to do a remix, right?
(Rippa on the beat, bitch)
You know what it is (you know what it is)
When you hear that
Omelly outside and he let out with the Mac
Me I'm in the crowd
Just chillin fallin back
Peepin out the scene, I see a hater I react
Like you don't want no
the impact and I ain't even in Miami
Handlin' with my man 'nem in Atlanta
And they play me 'cause they know I bring the kinda shit you feelin
As I'm
know we don't give a fuck it's not your birthday
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub'
Look mami, I got the X if you into takin' drugs
me what are the chances
Your love so sweet just like pomegranate
When they see us winnin', I know that they can't stand it
Keep you by my side, I would
me hear that beat, air
Don't it sound so Premier?
It sound like, somethin' you niggas need to hear
Women be here
They be jockin'
And they Hawkin'
I
court
And your baby mama took you off child support
You at the club like
(Glory to the Lord)
Let's have a toast to coming up
You used to say you
I know you don't care like you used to
I know you don't care like you used to, girl
Really hate to tell you, but I used you
Really hate to tell you
you didn't love
Me the way that I loved you, But now I know
It hurts inside, Ah-Ah-Ah-Ahhh ah-Ahh, Ahhh
Gotta get my heart back to
The way it used
who know me
Very well are like
"Are you sure you're ok?" But I
Really am i've never been
This happy i'm so proud of
This album i'm proud
Of myself and I
it up
And too much bass in the trunk, so let it bump
You look like you mad as fuck, but who cares?
Grabbin' her by the arm, cause she stared
Don't know
that three cause I don't wanna hear you whine
Swine, got my folks blind, like Stevie
Me be, wondering when I'm gonna see the end
Andre 'gain slamming
don't approach me on some free shit
Did this by myself so why the fuck would I do a remix?
His bitch gave me top, don't want the pussy, he can keep it
know me from that block where we move them rocks)
(You better make it fast, watch your ass, or get pursued by cops)
You don't know what its like up
know me from that block where we move them rocks)
(You better make it fast, watch your ass, or get pursued by cops)
You don't know what its like up
me
Shorty all up in the club
Popping bottles of that bub
Giving all them dudes hugs
And you just like me
She don't know how to act
On the floor back
This the remix and I said I'm frying it
He try to talk down onna gang like why he even trying it
I just got two glocks with a beam they ask me where
only"
Raised by single parent black women
They call me Tity Boi 'cause she used to spoil me
She always told me
Poor fool, streets don't love you
Turtles love pizza
Ironically enough, you something I want a piece of, you got it girl
This song remind me of Cat from Philly, a girl I used to love
up, scarred hard
All he wanna know is (where my money at?)
She balls, he calls (where my money at?)
See, I'ma tell you like Wu told me
Cash Rules
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