Lyrics:
coppin' is a new whip
The night it happened I was lampin' at a deuce flick with two chicks
Kim and Chris, we guzzle Cris' on some Rush Hour 2 shit
I knew
or stoned?
Schmiddy took the brown hit and puked in the road
Back before them trees were legal it was two for the zone
And your baby moms a freak she sending
Are you for me?
Baby I adore you, you adore me
See you tweeting next thing you ignore me
I wanna fuck your friend you start to bore me
You getting
you)
You look so deep
You know that it humbles me,
Your by my side and troubles them don't trouble me
Many have called but the chosen Is you
Whatever
drowning in this swimming pool
Trying to figure out my next big move
Back in 99 no father figure raised by my mother and grandma shoutout to you
Since 99
ROUND 1
FIGHT
(Yea)
(I gotta get used to this beat this shit crazy)
('Footie like Pajamas uh')
Aye
Baby don't get to comfortable
You know you
right?
Would I be consumed by my vices?
Money, pussy, and prices
Of recording sessions in the studio
Hit up Chris
He say "How many hours you need?"
Over
on the harpsichord to Chris-a-tina Aguilera.
(woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
Don't mean to bug, but I thought I'd tell you that your shoes are untied.
Don't mean to bug,
heaven sent
Too many losses, I've been asking if I'll ever win
Oh, I can't let it go, let it go
I can't make the same mistake by telling you what you
you,
And you hold me down,
You're like no other girl. (x2)
[Verse 2] Race:
Even though we might fight, disagree, and argue,
She the only girl I want
Brown]
Most of these cats ain't got nothing for me, but if we talikng G's
That's a different story, now don't embarass yourself
Cause if you ain't
the dead
It's not Christmas yet
God's not coming back
God's not coming back
You turn my water into wine
You fix my table, it's just fine
Two ton rocks he
want to be,
You're gonna have to learn pimpology.
Pimpology, a pimp's profession.
Can't be effected by the Great Depression.
So if you want to be
soft brown eyes
Tell you what you want to hear
You'll find next week she's full of lies
She'll leave you lying in tears
She'll leave you low, she'll
I don't know what is next
I don't know who is next
Got me a diamond Rolex
You decide who is best
I got my second chance
I gave it all what it takes
Alright
Told K2 to cut the beat on, cause this shit real groovy
You want your bitch to buy you 2k, I want some k-subies
Grade A, I'm smokin' stank
same lil hoe suck dick and get kicked out
And I still beat the pack like Chris Brown
Nigga get caught and go missing, won't get found
He text me what's
When will we girls
Get any wiser?
Bear in mind almost all men's faces - lie
Next time when you
Decide to 'joyride'
Just know for once Your grace
a clue
Mad boy
I like to look at other people's knees
I like when you say to me "please"
I like throwing Pieces of cheese
I like being stung by many bees
fist fight jack, shit but
Chris might, hit you with the piss right tat, watch them
Legs buckle, you won't feel even the mobb from the
Left knuckle,, get
all flights
Summer coming for me
Summer coming for you
Niggas coming in 3s
Bitches coming in 2s
Leave the 1 that's for me
cnd you know what to do
cll
"Look at me now"
It ain't no Chris Brown
But I'm fuckin' poppin' and I
Fuckin' put it down
What other nigga got my sound?
Point me to his ass i'm sick
Blue Skies I adore you
I was in hell when I was not with you
Shit storm you can float by
Hanging round illuminating everything
Bad thoughts in
and girls, y'all remember those days, and shit
Girls walk around in school, one ponytail with the beret
Next looking like baby powder, you know what I mean?
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