Lyrics:
What" (I'm like) "What Kid What" (3x)
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Now Sean kicked my ass, I ain't gonna lie, ain't gonna laugh
It wasnt fun, but fuck 'em, I'ma get my gun
feet
Clear the whole block both sides of the street
Even crips and bloods hear my thuds
Fee fy foe fum a nigga where you from west side
[W.C.]
my room floors
A maid in a bathin' suit doin' my house chores
Do not disturb sign on my bedroom door
'cause my dick gettin' ate by my number one
never seen you no day up in my life
Is you in my closet, under my ?bedroom floor and stalking?
Right next to me, plotting, watching
Trying to break up in
midnight
And call me by my name
And life is not some fairy tale
Some story book you wrote
Well, it leads you by the heart now
And it comes right out
the German engineer I'm riding illegal
Flying first class I got leg room
Bitch don't bring your luggage to My bedroom
Every day before you go outside Nigga
never felt it
Don't suggest it
Trynna test my madness
Ain't it crazy how a person can affect you
They say she lost yeah shes lost in my bedroom
Bare
Let it hit you cold and hot
All my kisses, say you'll miss it
And you can't forget me
Not a flower on the wall
I am growing ten feet, ten feet
My feet got out of bed today and left my sheets atop my head
My shoes got up and worked today and left my shirt on top my bed
My bed got bored
me
They say my chain so cold, but my watch too hot
My earrings bling, pinkie ring on fire
Twinkle twinkle, see the stars pass by
Gucci Mane ain't
to the most, westcoast love
Fo sho though, I let you know from the get go
Pullin on my endo, rollin through the Wood with my kin dog
[Mack 10
sleeve
Can't believe you got the key to my treasure chest
I must confess I'm mesmerized by the keep of sex
Hey misses X you got me suckin on you left
the streets, nigga)
Gangstas put me in they top ten
I be the same ol' G (these niggas gotta respect my shit)
Play the rules we abide by (ain't no flaws in my
on a suede mansion
My band room had a bedroom
My wrist be dancin'
My band room had a bedroom
My wrist be dancin'
The flyest that's livin'
We live and die by
about her before
About ten years ago she was lying on my bedroom floor
Her pants around her ankles saying come on baby give me more
So I asked fat
the features high like it's luxury clothing
That ain't my feet that's just the weed i'm smoking
Other men would've died on my path to greatness
Death watching
IN WORK WITH THAT HEAT
PUT IN WORK ON THEM STREETS
I'VE DONE MILES ON MY FEET
DON'T WANT MILES ON MY FEET
HOOK X2
I HEARD YOUR GAL GET DRIPPY ROUND
and some Macs all big gats
Then I went to see my connect like
"Where the bricks at?"
He made me spend, I paid for ten
But brought twenty bricks back
Then I
10 out of 10 when I stare in the mirror
Only a 9 out of 10 in my pictures
How can I be
A 10 out of 10 when I stare in the mirror
Only a 9 out of 10
only 10
But I'll be patiently waiting for you to speak again
Cause he's the mani man, I wouldn't trade him for no other man
I love you man, you my little
right)
I was a gentleman living in tenements
Now I'm swimming in all the women that be tens (woo)
Went from Bad Boys to the Crushed Linen Men
Now my
right)
I was a gentleman living in tenements
Now I'm swimming in all the women that be tens (woo)
Went from Bad Boys to the Crushed Linen Men
Now my
ain't no Mexican
I got nines in the bedroom, glocks in the kitchen
A shotty by the shower if you wanna shoot me while I'm shittin
Uhh, the lesson from
they business
Or invite them over. Vibes on ten man this shit stay kosher
Am I lying no sir. Better grab a coaster
Take my girl to dinner. Maybe eat some
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