Lyrics:
Pull up to the liquor store with my 45
Got your bitch in my ride and she want to die
Just groovy young nigga can't you see
Got your bitch in the back
nigga you tryna' step to who?
We don't wanna give it to a nigga who don't got a brain
All I do is cause misery
I don't know what happened to your
Flip two aces and get two face cards
It happens, chip stackin'
I turn around, see a bunch of chicks clappin'
But a girl walked by, caught my eye
So I
down low so you can taste it
Yeah Yeah
Big clouds
Loud sounds
12 Rounds
All I smoke is thrax
I roll that shit up by the pound
Yeah I'm all up in ya hood
That baby she look familiar, woah
Who the hell is she, tell me where I seen her
Pull up on the scene, baby nice to meet you
I can be your boo thing,
beep beep when I pull up in the Jeep Jeep
Shorty so wet, she skeet skeet
She say she fallin' for me, me, for me
I gotta make it, I'm sick of this shit
beyond burn scars and buck teeth
Gritty ambition born of other forces
Outside herself she watches
I am she
It is easier that way
Shall I leave you nothing
: Trey Songz]
I'm cat like me vs a cat like you
I look back like who you think she gone choose
It be save that u lose because I'm the type of dude
On the 2
Adam in check?
And if so, you gotta expect to sip juice
From the forbidden fruit and get loose
Cole is the king, most definite
My little black book
a bitch who's bad, got an itchy cat? Why don't you think you should holler at Nick?
I bury that shit in a sarcophagus
I marry a bitch if she swallow it
Can
believe
So I grabbed the stupid bitch by her nappy-ass weave
She started talkin' shit, wouldn't you know?
Reached back like a pimp and slapped the ho
to assume
I should be against the law to run into
Cause we all know in LA I'm double you, all so true
Today is the day I split Day in two
What the fuck has
loving all my accents, who is him? That depends on who's asking
Two Texts from my shorty in the gate (Gate)
One says "Where you at?"
Next one "I'm
a circle k
I’ve done more in my 2 years Than you did in 10
You ain’t no friend you’re a fake as fuck
Always wanting to bring up who I was with and dated cuz
like queen killer, rhapsody bohemian queen
But queen like white glove wave hand
And not wave hand like it's a heat wave
So you make a fan by waving
Blinky Blink, we don't stop
My sis Baby Stase, she don't stop
Killer Cam', Cardan, they the fam'
One two, we don't stop
I know you thinkin', how many
mortuary
You're talkin' to an empty box, I'm gettin' away
I'm gettin' away, I'm gettin' away
We pull the drawers off girls who (sly, we fly)
We
of the finish
20 seed intentions
Still indifferent to gimmicks
Lies from ya woman, who she love
really it's Vic stick
Lion like Simba, chosen son
call me the hit
on the phone thinkin this is ill
After a 30 minute ( ? ) K said, "You're runnin up my phone bill
Come inside maxin," he didn't even have to run it
(She said
the way that bitch is spoiled don't get her way she throw a fit
You want some bread then take a risk
Don't wanna fuck she take a lyft
i'm counting bills
a maze ing
I am passionate
Self loving
Now thats
Masturbation
Zodiac is cancer
Cancer gang gang gang
Ima Dancer
She a dancer
Ima hopeless romantic
Writing
other females out
I tell the bitch to beat it, take the scenic route
She retaliates by tryin' to leave the house
In an evening gown with her cleavage
be
Saturdays for you to see
What yo life can truly be
Son, sun is on thick, thick
One thought coming up quick, quick
Wishing that the days would come
rocks in flip flops
And I produced the track
So you don't have to ask who it is when this shit knocks (Turn up!)
So bring clairvoyance to this bangin
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