Lyrics:
niggas do the same
Cause the phony shit contagious so I let my phone ring
I don't like to conversate for conversation's sake
No more girls who stay up late
every way but the right
I control the substance my people fiend for at night
Lord knows I do wrong
Sound like the same old song
A lot of niggas
a look at you
Death by matrimony
Hey sucker
(What the hell's got into you?)
Hey sucker
(Now there's nothing you can do)
A married man? You're out
a lotta rappers trash man they wack as fuck
And I feel like the math ain't addin up yo
Take a look at the numbers Imma keep it one hundred
We been spittin
Just from one shot
Made a son of slum gull
But now he ain't a tot
Before you know it
He'll be a young man
Chasing a thot
We had a girl looks like you
Yea mind yo biz and go get rich
Get it by yoself don't let a nigga tell you shit
Or a bitch
Look at how the plot twist
I done took the risk to put these
dick's at attention, amazed by the tingle
Thinkin about the ho, so I gave one a jingle...THEN
Threw a fuckin brew down my neck
St., crooked letter, D-E
love and
Calls her his little Smurf
But soon they're seen by
Boys from the community that go out and fuck
White girls with impunity
Oh, gee! Misogyny
like you
Should never ever be lonely, lonely (no, no)
Yo, do you understand? (Do you feel me?)
Girl, you got something for me
Tonight I'll be
But baby keep it honest you know that I care
Ain't been the same since you disappeared
I just want you by my side babygirl don't
You cry
Girl I know
ya face, you're it!
It's I who come by drive-thru
Gator-toed Mauri, three quarters, sky blue
Look at mami: eyes blue, 5'2"
I approached her "Hi
I'ma keep it going
Back to back I'ma keep on blowing
Platinum plaques keeping it up
Wet Saks keeping it gut
Look girl you don't know my angle
A hundred
when it's sunny
I can tell by ya post girl
He don't really treat you like he should girl
You don't really smile how you post to
Slide me the addy baby
just came from wanting to be loved by everyone...and a lot of my creative focus was driven by that, especially about this mystery girl that I speak of in
perfected it
She soaking sun by the bay
And she look so good by the way
And She all I need like every day
I make that move I see your face
And it's love
fight girl can we work it out
A lot of stress on my mind we should talk about
I remember old days we were so cool
No lies no cries we were so true
Look Ma, no hands!
Went over old Niagara
in a leaky canoe
You betcha!
I even charmed a cobra
with a blue kazoo
I tied my little cousin
Yo, I like crazy hangover, yo
I think you put some?n in my drink
Listen gal, me nah ina nah freaky stuff
Me nah make no old woman come trip me
Got your girl she going she going
Look at my pockets they growing and growing
Counting my blessings keep going n going
Counting my blessings keep
like if you were my son
You think that you're free but for me you're in prison
You're imprisoned by your whole fucking reason
Look at my hair
Gold
pump yeah
I got my own style, but i love pump
I got a new whip that i swapped out for the old one
Left my old chick in the old one
Put ya girl
the day comes and that shit is done
That little girl can look God in the face
A little bit of spice
A lotta sunshine
Grandmama's kiss
Grand Daddy's wine
I met this girl when I was 9 years old
And what I love most
She had so much soul
My head was movin'
Body groovin'
I just couldn't control
It was
Yo, Mo Bee, mane, drop that shit
You know what time
Boo-ya, I know it's time for you
So grab one by the hand, you know what I'm sayin'?
And uh,
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