Lyrics:
You know exactly how it's done
We gon' make it somehow (oh-whoa)
You fuck with Breezy, you can't lose, baby
Please don't lash out so we don't end up
I'm drunk off the liquor
Smokin' funk by the boxes, packin' Glocks is
Natural to eat you niggas like chocolates
The funk baby
(I live for
Jay
Fuck that
This is it right here, baby
You know what it is
Yo, I used to have bad luck
Now you might see me in a Jag truck
Mad stuck,
Lay back baby doll and I'll rock the cock
Funky Fresh I am, and I always can, Freak Nasty
I'm the man
I take you out to the finest restaurant
Buy
Where would I go?
Got to keep it real with me
If I don't know where I'm coming from
So to hell with you
Where would I go?
Now where am I going?
If I
motherfucker, you ain't gotta like me
How you stuntin' these hoes?
Need to talk what you know
And stop talkin' 'bout who I'm sticking and licking
Just mad it
Really you got baby money
Keep it real with niggas
Niggas ain't got my lady money
Watch the Throne don't step on our road
Bad enough we let you step
she's bad-bad, mad, baddies around me, we on everythin'
And honestly, I only pick you up because you're pretty
And I'm picky, let you pick a VVS's if
glass, I can see right through
You're whole damn posse be catchin' 'em all 'cause you vic'd
And ya didn't have friends to begin with
I'm
You talking about cars
I'm trying to keep it real with them cats
What are they doing today?
'Cause in the 80's we didn't know
Nothing about leasing
Yeah this one right here goes out to all the baby's mamas, mamas
Mamas, mamas, baby mamas, mamas
Yeah, go like this
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson (oh),
Mozart
Just stand, say you're mad damn, why him?
Z-oh-one Tonka, five-sixty Benz
I'm sick and mad deep no shorts and no sleep
I'm bugged like
I'm messin' with your style
You make me wanna explore
The way you rock those faded jeans
You know I adore
So come a little closer, baby
Give me some
the bathroom
Who that man with the big strong hands
On her ass in the club with the paps? Baby, that's you
Front seat chillin' with the window down
I be ten
tiempo
I'm so, taken by the way you make me lose control
We're from different worlds I know
Pero si esta bien contigo amor
Dale let's go dancing all
Dogg
Soopafly to keep them high so they could come out there draws
What you player hatin perpitratior niggas make me mad
So I'm mad off you suckas
of me
Playin' strip poker, sippin' Cristi'
I grip your shoulders, you sqeeze the sheets
I'm admirin' your heart shaped booty
Nothin' in your oven,
vest man, niggas be trippin'
In the streets without a gat? Nah, nigga you're slippin'
If I'm pimpin on The F with weed on my breath
Original hustler
die for this
Looking bad, oh, you mad 'cause I'm confident?
Tell that bitch she can swallow my cockiness
Steady on top (steady on top)
Better
coupe
(hey, Carl.)
You don't know what i got
Talk to me, baby
Talk to me, baby
Well I'm not braggin', babe, so don't put me down
But I've got
baby you know that I'm bagging you
I had to get a Louis, a bag or two
It is no one that is bad as you
We got new Pateks on Pateks too
Made it
personally (Amen)
I'm always on go, certainly
Bitch, your baby daddy used to get work from me (For real though)
We made a promise to take it to the grave with
West-side niggas is the craziest (craziest)
Summertime on the grind, baby let me shine, let me shine
Roll with this shit, I'm cold with this shit in my
There you go, again and again, baby, startin' with the things that just wouldn't end it
I don't know why we can't get along; when we first started
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