Lyrics:
So you got a bad report
And it doesn't look good to you
Put a praise on your lips
This is what you gotta do
Speak to your situation without
...oh, hey! What! Dave, is that you? Yeah? What day is it? Saturday. Saturday? What do you mean, I've been
in here a week? I have? I don't
that dough
She gave it all to me cause I f**k so good
I practice on the girls in my neighborhood
Cause when I?m freaky I rap, I spit a rap to a freak
you tell em' say)
No I ain't here for that (What you tell em' say)
No I ain't here for that (What you tell em' say)
I got 200 G's
And I got 200
tell you we paid more
You love a good hand whenever the card dealt
But what love got to do with it when you don't love yourself?
I do what I wanna
when I ride, dawg
I ain't got no main, all my girls on the side, dawg
Yeah, you know I got it, flow hypnotic 'cause I'm sippin', dawg
Fuck around with
person
That girl is a thot she ain’t worth it
She look good but i know she ain’t perfect
That boy think he tuff he got a stick now
Chopper make him dance
got that good-good, she Michael Jackson bad
I'm attracted to her with her attractive ass
So pack your bags, I fly you in
Soon as she land, we get it
Bass in your face
Not an eight track
Gettin' it good to the wood
So the people
Give you some a dat
Reactin' to the fax
That I kick and it stick
know you
Got good dome, yeah
Clean like chrome
Cuz I know you
Got good bone, yeah
Count to one
Let me see ya lick it
To the two
Smoke some tree
Then
satisfy the men
I need a whole o' men
I got a whole o' men
Ain't it funky now?
Good god, ain't it funky now?
Hey, yeah, yeah
Can I get some help?
I
brown, watch me drown, pour some more, hol' up
Bout green, I ain't really with the beef shit
Now I'm eatin' good, it's like your boy went vegan
I be takin'
sorry
Now you wanna call me crying
Now you gotta see me wilding
Now I'm the one that's lying
And I don't feel bad about it
It's exactly what you get
y'all
I?I?I?, I got the bad weed blues
Ooh, got the bad weed blues
[Wish]
All I want to do is smoking, and choking
But ain't nobody got no goods, so I
should try it
It's exotic, it's a hybrid
Girl, I got some good news
Can I run it by you?
Mami bad enough, I let her fly it
Keep a pistol in
She said
All of my bitches got friends, yeah
All of my bitches got friends
And they bad, they bad, so we good
It's enough for the clique, word
it's no lights
Goin' hard the whole night 'cause I ain't goin' back to my old life
I promise
A fuck nigga, that's that shit I don't like (nah)
Some of that ohh baby I like it raw
Remember that
Stop, drop, shut'em down open up shop
Remember that yea
clright yea
Remember that yea
clright yea
I'm speakin' bout you playin' with that phony stuff you sharin'
In your raps Mercedes Benz and all your riches
Thinkin' you got it but get it, get it
I'm speakin' bout you playin' with that phony stuff you sharin'
In your raps Mercedes Benz and all your riches
Thinkin' you got it but get it, get it
wish is to have everything
And my only fear's a wedding ring
Hopin' that my niggas see
Hopin' that these bitches saw it
Hopin' when it's break in here
I
plates (I miss you)
Well your mama told me tell you she's doin well
Due to the circumstances, it could've been Bellevue
But I ain't got to tell you, you
that will make me choke
Hey Mr weedman (yeah, you know I got it)
I say what have you got to smoke?
(whatever you need)
I need a good drip, throw the crip
Girl I want it just as bad as you do
And look see I can tell from this lil' vibe
You got me feeling that you dig me
Boo I'm digging you too
You
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