Lyrics:
to be a weird hoe
And don't take it like I'm mad or somethin', I'm finna make this clear, ho
I'm not mad, I just can't stand it when I get fucked over by
Now where's my God damn trophy?
I'm under a microscope, for the songs I wrote
'Cause the gangsta of love don't scapegoat
I tell it like it is
people know me
Now where's my God damn trophy?
I'm under a microscope, for the songs I wrote
Cause the ganksta of love don't scapegoat
I tell it like it
as the Jolly Green Giant
After he's fallen in pollen next to a killer bee hive colony tryin' to sneak by it
So please don't follow me while I revive rap
I'ma
in the girdle (well, damn)
Say he got beef with me I never heard of
Rockin' some kicks that don't come out 'til April
This bitch droppin' songs who
Music, or sellin' crack by the Grove
I ain't talkin' about dick, but I'mma stock it to hoes
I'm not gonna grow, I'm the type to explode
Hit this song
't
Wanna do anything either I don't know
This relationship is slipping out of my fingers
Hey ho hey ho I don't know
Compton bis Long Beach
Als der Don diesen Song schrieb
Wusst‘ ich, dass du Honk an der Bong ziehst
Denn damals
Als ich den ersten Dre-Beat gehört hab‘
If you’re not bothered by genocide but your bothered by the three fucks in this song I promise we don’t get along don’t ask me to play
Heard
and you still ain't pulled you a freak?
It's the last song of the night
Don't forget to tip the bartender
You got fucked up, that's alright
That's not
Yeah
I tried talk to 'em
Quit talking, I'ma hang you by your tongue, yeah
Any motormouth could get hung high
We don't fuck with niggas like
Yeah
I tried talk to 'em
Quit talking, I'ma hang you by your tongue, yeah
Any motormouth could get hung high
We don't fuck with niggas like
slippery, like someone tried to mop
But then this wack song starts playing on the stereo, I gotta change it though
Look down, hit fast forward
And I don
If tomorrow don't come know where I'll go
I'm sorry this just how life goes
I'm sorry that both my eyes low
I'm just tryna get by on my own
And I get
tooted up
I'm in love with the cash
That ho fuckin' and suckin Xloudboy, I don't even gotta ask
Whole lotta cougars, they movin' in packs
D300 move
fucka aint get no play
By the look you got prolly CP on your PC
But you got VPN so FBI cant see
You might have little girls cryin' and shit
But
just want Ricky on my every limb
(What? Yeah)
Beating the beat up, Ike Turner, not Tim
(What? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Your ho play my song and you be
of you, yeah
I don't never change until I'm cool, yeah
Till I got it all, till I cool, but I'm cool, yeah
Till I fucking ball, like I'm shooting with
Bitch, you're just mad, you think you know me, you don't
You don't know the real-life situations I've been through and what really goes on in my
on the track for the new song
Album twenty-two can blow up all the year long
College girls can't make me sad
I'm fine by myself, it's not bad
Party up until
All y'all niggas wanna get like me
Surrounded by bitches that look like these
C'mon, you know it, you know it
You know it, you know it (tell them
haven't even got paid
Hol up
I hear a ho ho ho but I ain't hearing through the chimney
No snow snow snow there ain't nothing Santa can give me
I'm up late
they watching
And she right though
Cause she like my pic by accident about a week ago
She a silly ho but I'm petty so talk to me nice
I ain't even gonna
the back she hit high notes she can sing a song
Shawty ride my dick all night like a Harley
Shawty wanna talk all night she be stalling
I don't want to talk
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