Lyrics:
Yeah, it's been a few months and
They've been the worst fucking months of my life man
She wanna let go
But i can't let go
She wanna let go
But i
Short Dog, they look like bank rolls
If I ever go broke I'll just break hoes
'Cause hoes were made to be broken
It happens every day in Oakland
I
dig?
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
Do yo' thing girl
Y'all don't wanna gimme my props?
I'mma have to lick two shots on my Glock
Pop-pop
N****s is sweet I’m exposing they ass
Yo talk is cheap, n***a go get some cash
Talking 'bout me, put his nose in the grass
Choppas on me, putting
Girl i know our history aint good, oh no
And i said that i was gonna change my ways, no jokes
But i realize thats a lie, i go tell her
Bro dont you
Ya see these diamnods round my neck
I aint even gotta flex
Damm these girls always sext
Ya i fucked her and whos next
Textin me can i get some oral
Ya see these diamnods round my neck
I aint even gotta flex
Damm these girls always sext
Ya i fucked her and whos next
Textin me can i get some oral
I get some pussy 'bout 2 times a day
No, no
You ain't gon trap me, ain't no trap for macks
Go, go
Girl turn your ass around, and bring it back
Sometimes when I'm with my chick on the low (I'm a flirt)
And when she's wit her man looking at me, damn right (I'm a flirt)
So homie don't bring your girl
bookin' for a show
And bitch don't call me by no nigga, cause you know he be on go
I'm slim thick, bet he won't go limp dick
When he hit it, grab my waist,
strong like we WWE
Got to work smart cause they'll
Trick you like a treat
Got to tax large cause you know I like it cheap
I got two for the four, I got
money to go to war I ain't talking cheap
You get put on the plate watching young niggas eat
Who you be kidding
Me and my brothers together
We all trying
Another one
Here we go so wave your hands (uh-huh)
For Missy, Maganoo, and Timbaland (another one)
We gon' show you how to party right (uh-huh)
Go to sleep hoe
Tell me how many niggas on
Tell me how many niggas on... I can dig it doe
But tell me how many niggas raw
And then how many niggas
on women you a fcukin weak dude
I could cut off if we go back as far as preschool
Ain't no squares in my circle fitting in this inner tube ya dig
They say I
Change its pitch
Dig you out
Like a ditch
Since you brought your girl
To this house party
Now, switch!
When it comes to the bed
I'm like an expert
I
about is hotness an’ fame
A wonder which one a the parents she a goh blame
Chorus
She use to be mama likkle girl
And daddy first child
A though she was
Kiss on her Volleyballs
Miss my Mission call
Let's try it out I am just 2 days from 24
She has been fooling me with her cheap tricks
I have been trying
You gotta get your swagger together, nigga
get your suitcase
Starts on the inside, ya dig?
I don't need mine, I got cribs where we goin'
If you
I'm giving no gifts, hey, this christmas eve
No presents here, hey, under a tree
I have no girl, hey, because i don't need
I don't talk cheap, hey,
you sound, the way you put it down
No way that I can fight it, I got my eye on you
You got me so excited, so what you gonna do'
I dig deep like
cool but don't know where to start
'Cause I dig you and I want you to dig me too
Yeah cool girl walk on by
'Cause girls like you they ain't got time
all tipes of niggaz that be payin for ma-dussy (bitch)
There go the cona girl, now post up
If you come back with no chips, yo gets slapped up
I might
I'm staring at my girl on the corner
It's fucked up when my mind's playing tricks on her
I got a big afro
I drive old cars
Ain't nobody roll like
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