Lyrics:
some hairs and when ya started drinkin' beers,
I'm hittin' hookaz by the dozen,
Makin' ya wetter 'cause I fuck better than your husband,
Givin' ya
we've got is now You're looking so divine
With your hair let down And I don't have a doubt
I don't have a doubt That I could make you mine
By the end
She walks by my window every morning
Her smile always seems to get me going
Who knows when my love for her will grow
Only time will tell when this
Whatelse
Hair done, nails done, clean cuticles
What
Tell that it's summer when them boys poppin wheelies
Ooo
Slidin down Branch ave on my way to the city
No
Bulletproof vest
Ice all on my neck you know that I'm freezing baby
Hop up in a whip
It got limo tints and I hope they don't see me baby
Can't take
a different type
Wood grain Nada, yes I'm the Baba
Don't rock Prada, what's a stylist
I'd rather make my clothes, merch by the boat load
Banana club
landed
She slide the money in my pocket then she whip it left handed
Counting paper by myself I can do it single handed
Dealing with some things and that's
foreign whips on expensive trips like an eight-speed
Ain't stuntin' none of these broke hoes, blackout curtains on my windows
Sip, sip, quarter piece
Beware of the dogs, off the chain
Fuck your whips, at the club, we piss in the parking lanes
Blow it up ten frames so you see it wide
If your broad
a sissy out o' him
Not him! Not my boy! Not Bill
[Chorus:]
Bill, I will see that he is named after me, I will
My boy, Bill! He'll be tall
And tough
it on me
Me
Me
I will make love to you
I just wanna do you
Right there
Baby just pull my hair
I know I stay up on your mind
You wish that you were by
Shawty what's good
Take ah ride wimme
Take yah time wimme
Come slide wimme
Keep yah eye on me
Never lie to me
By my side to be
Yeah, Yeah Yeah
Lil baby
pull girls by the twos man I'm building a ark
Man I'm paper all day and the same in the dark
I am so icy and I am so sharp
Man I hop in the whip and I
a prospect on my side
I keep it P at all times
Bout to stop by the barber shop
And hit up Sam to get the whip washed
Then I'm headed to a new wap
You can tell
a drink on my cream wallows
Reach the gate, hungry just ate
Riffin, she got to be to work by eight
This must mean she ain't tryin to wait
Conversate,
a drink on my cream wallows
Reach the gate, hungry just ate
Riffin, she got to be to work by eight
This must mean she ain't tryin to wait
Conversate,
but she stalking my shit
I run with the sack ain’t no fumble
My hair like my money rapunzel
We getting this shit by the bundle
I’m pulling the bitch by
through/
Get the bag, Niggas is Sad/
Got a new whip when I crashed/
Got a new bitch from the Mag/
Fuck up her hair when we smash/
I was a head of the class/
with me just incase I have to zap em
All these thoughts up in my mind about to drive me crazy
I would do a lot to see you naked
Judging by the looks you
of M's right from sinnin'
Ready to smoke the pen by my women
I prefer the shrimp, tired of chicken
Ever saw me limp? That's
I got more rings than you
they listen to Jazz
Molly water got him movin’ like the whip goin' fast
Woah, had to cop me up a cigarillo
Cut my passion down and chop it up
a lil' traffic
Hair still platted, thuggin' is a habit
Keep my guitar, hip hop Lenny Kravitz
Bunch of bad bitches and I fuck 'em like rabbits
Dope dick
let your hair go, free in the wind
Now we can go and get a room on the other side of town
Or give me head in the whip if you wanna ride around
Roll
and put ice on my neck, splurge shit
She gon' slurp it
Everything over here chill
If I buy it, it's by pint in the seal
These rat niggas wanna see us in
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