Lyrics:
Fa, Mayesvillian Pussy
Da gliccster, ya Mr Glicc, look
It's da glicc man
Check my wrist game
Niggas talking gangsta but them boys won't do a bitch
wrote those bars
I got a, check in the mail that you couldn't believe
Now I got a Roley for 80 G's under my sleeve
I gotta, let you hoes know who I
to ride up and smoke with you
[Chorus]
[Baby Boy]
I want to smoke with you
I want to smoke with you
I want to smoke with you
I want to smoke
(oh, ohhh)
Now I'm just pickin up a check (oh, ohhh)
Now I'm just pickin up a sweat (yeah)
Be there any minute, I'll be on it in it baby
Be there
one on my corner by law I?m the ruler,
Go back to your jeweler tell'em make you more cooler,
Am a rich dude, baby this is big dick rules,
I make dating
Would you fuck for a check (Check)
I got a fruit by the foot (Yea)
See what I rolled up with next (What's next)
We puffin green by the pound
Nothing more
stankin'
He ran up on me
Boy, I ain't playin', I'm gone off bars
Of Xans, I mix with lean, that maple lean
(Ha, ha, grr) i'm watchin' cars, I got my
Rod, I'm
time, we done real things
By '94 became the subject of half of y'all niggas rhymes
Public apologies to the families of those caught up in my shit
But
time, we done real things
By '94 became the subject of half of y'all niggas rhymes
Public apologies to the families of those caught up in my shit
But
workin' on her glutes, yeah (oh my God)
Ain't by the book, yeah, this how it look, yeah
'Bout a check, yeah, (check) just check the foots, yeah
Pass this
du du-du du du
Du du du du du-du du du
Du du du du-du du du
Boy this love is like a dream
You are the wind under my wings
Hey bae, you know you
look
I bring up money, they change up the topic
I got a 19 and it fold in my pocket
She gave me her number, now I gotta block it
I'm mixin'
your name?)
Dub-C
(What you do?)
Trick or treat
(How you do it?)
Check my bag and find my wee-wee
(True)
We the boys from that penthouse suite, slingin'
green
Is when you get dissed by a kidnap magazine
I give a fuck about these mothafuckas
I'm doin' this jam to save my hip-hop brothers
Get your
me
But tonight Shady's rocka-by baby
You look like you're in another world
But I can read your mind
How can you be so far away lying by my side
You
Let's have class up in my donk
In parking lot
Windows foggy
Feet all on the dash
Let the seat back
Eat that
Face all in yo ass
Seen all this my
feel up on my labels
Baby don't be stable
"Ogyaa ni nyinaa gu me table" (Yor!)
You no go fit play with my love that is how you get unstable (It's lit)
I feel like I'm by myself (Just play, just play)
I feel like I'm by myself
I'm here I'm so alone
Every time I turn around, I see your face boy
mayonnaise, um.
I'm the sickest nigga doin' it,
Bet that baby.
These other niggas dough I'm wet crack baby, yes.
Get back get back boy this a set back,
bet you thinkin' bout it
Don't you wanna know how I get down (uh huh)
Take a number baby
You ain't the only brother
Trying to get up under my skirt
on trying to be me
Time flies when your cooked up (cooked up)
Asked my baby mama what she cooked up (cooked up)
Ask me what I'm doing boy I'm booked up
swing by my room around ten
Baby, bring the lemon and a bottle of gin
We'll be in between the sheets 'til the late AM
Baby, if you wanted me then
see my Beamer, not my Check-Ins
They see the checks, not the Chitlins
They watch it all, how I step in
Step up, legend in the making
Cook up, I
eighth up in my ride
Guess I go take a drive
Got no time for patty cake
When my baby, baking buns
Got whole world in my palms
But I'll settle for
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