Lyrics:
gal that wears her hair up high
The fellers all whistle when she walks by
Why don't you mind your own business (mind your own business)
Yeah mind
a hundon
Ooh yeah Gucci python ooh yeah
She play with her tongue
Yeah, I bought that bitch a new charm
Lil nigga pop when I told him come see about me
overtime overtime
I can't afford yo time
Afford yo time
She reaching so high
She soaring high
Her time aint free
If you got nothing
Nothing from me
No she
She got faith in us and such a hunch
But bih who believe that
Who's really tripping
When I'm standing on my own
How u found a king
When I'm sitting
that's how
Cool it looks on her
I mean she's fine as hell
I'd definitely hit it!
Still Got It!
Shot hoops with Al in the yard i
Sucked he was much better
Actually, the only designer that i wear is myself
Yeah
Who's that girl?
She's a bad motherfucker
She makes her own clothes
She makes it look better
is more than a fling
She want 'em strings attached
The way that I smacked that ass
Like wow, yo follow the flow
Her pussies the ocean I'll go for
Right by my side
B Hudson, Jadakiss, Ne-Yo
I think it's me and you tonight ma, let's go
They say every good woman needs a thug
They say every
her father's daughter
She just wants a life for her baby
All on her own, no one will come
She's got to save him (daily struggle)
She tells him
dont give her attention she throwing a fit
Honestly dont give a fuck for yo shit
Could be a chef i be whipping up bricks
My shootas be sprayin these
(yeah)
She shakin' it for me
She liftin' up her ass, and she drop it to the beat (beat)
She shakin' it so fast, for the cash (ching-a-ling)
She ready
at a beauty salon
With a baby Louis Vuitton under her underarm
She said, "I can tell you rock, I can tell by your charm
Far as girls, you got a flock
I can
placed it with her
She got a blood condition
And she’s deep in a coma and her love I’m missing
God life aint life no more
Got a call she collapsed
got us all like damn
She a model
She walk the run way
A model
Can you run that my way
She a model
I be tryin' to see her more
She on her boss shit I
mind is my business so I'm...
Minding my own, in the club 'til this girl said,
"Let me see your telephone"
I passed her my celly
She called her
could by her own pearls
She could get a minute of fame
And I'm an inch in the game
We see it different through frames
Me and my boys clown
You chasin'
sighed, couldn't stop the tears coming from her eyes
That birth control she on, for them it's suicide
As long as it's still inside, two of them wouldn't
twenty-seven, argues fights
Selfish in her own right, polite, guess she's in her second childhood
"Cause when I flow the for the street"
"Who else could it be"
at a beauty salon
With a baby Louis Vuitton under her underarm
She said, "I can tell you rock, I can tell by your charm
"Far as girls, you got a flock"
"I
got knocked
He home? Fuck dat nigga I'm on my own
Matter fact got my own crib, plus I'm all alone
Word? The bitch is bad; chill son she got me
livin' her life right
She got a man but her mans livin' his own life
With his wife and kids his crib and Bev Hills
The benz that only spins on them
smile
She's got that, je ne sais quoi, you know it
So très chic, yeah, she's a classic
But she's footloose and so fancy free
Yeah, she dances to her
and it's plain to see
Ya own people won't even stand by you
These dusty bitches really think it's cute to be
A handful and ion like that
I got 4 sisters so
Woah, she a hoe, uh oh
She kissed every nigga here and I don't see a mistletoe
She got her hair tied up with a pretty pink bow
You know wassup, like
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