Lyrics:
with the flyest mami on 25th street
Watch how honey in the Lex do it
I'm in the 6V with the 12 next to it
You wanna stick me? Then put ya best
chick
Richie Rich himself, couldn't get in my bitch
She not impressed by cash, boo got her own stash
Boo got her own house, bought her own S Class
I'm wearing your shoes
While you're at work
Your clothes in my room
Some tissues by the piano
'Cause tears are streaming down my face
This morning
the bad ones aint text me
Now im movin fast at break neck speed
Too real no chill im an ancient breed
If u tryna get high u should face this d
(Verse 2
over my complexion
I'm here to protect order
you order protection
Just place a Patek order
my time is next in
Ya time is now over
Whoa ...scary
something good
But I shoulda had another mechanic under my hood
If you see me walking by you, boy, don't you even speak
Pretend you on the sofa and I'm
maintain it
sit back
laugh with gang
keep gaining
i got my dargs right here scooby
and i got these freaks next to eye
like nose
woah
how you gonna talk
That be blowing off the land like, "Where the bomb at?"
Give me two bucks, you take a puff and pass my bomb back
Suck up the dank like a Slurpee
the freezer
Cocky and I'm humble
You can tell by my demeanor
In the trap busting bowls
Couple ounces in a liter
Turn the beat off
Like somebody didn't pay
(Maybe in this song, you shouldn't start by saying)
Nigga, I said it, I know that you mad
I've emptied the clip over friendlier jabs
You mentioned
painted for you me
(for you and me)
[Pre Chorus]
[Chorus] by
Late nights, kissin underneath the moonlight
Gazing deep into your brown eyes
Knowing that
A fly girl is a girl who wants you to see
Her name her game and her ability
Two gold teeth and cold cash money
The guys are on her strap she tends
no yeah
Tell me what you know no no no no yeah
Tell me what you know no no no no yeah
Tell me what you know no no no no no
Two-two drinks from boss
Ooh-woo
Chino, the big one, not the little one, nigga
Ay
Chino
Ay, you shit too, nigga
Ay
Two-strand twist in my hair with a fade
Chasin' money, the fuck
you gon act a fuckin foo
If she stoppin by
Boy I gotta see it through
(Yeah yeah)
Boy I gotta see it through
If you mix in Henny and patron you prolly
the hand if it's Toucan, but two can't play the start, get a new band
Rockin' wit you, get it poppin' wit you, wanna gossip wit you,
I don't wanna say I
Up To It
By: Luvinnia Flowers
Chyeah
Ha
Got that brown un my cup as usual man
Ya know
Smoke sum man
Yeah
Its PunkinBitch
Yeah
Keep that brown in
(2 Chainz)
No help, that's all me, all me for real
Money on my mind, you should think the same
J's on, pinky ring, dogging these hoes, I need
wouldnt start in the beginning cuz
[Chorus - Mr. Chris]
In the beginning you just think about it once and thats all it takes is
one time until you dont
just sayin', man (Talk to 'em, Chris Brown)
We out here tryna function
Look, got bad bitches, they ratchet (uh, what? Ratchet)
Bet the ding make
the night
Two German soldiers freezing
The woman went outside
"You're welcome here in my home
But your guns will never be
There's peace on Earth
to hit
Shit was just so fine, ya baby momma the goat
In ya house she mommy, but in mine she my hoe
Hit it two time, to three time, to four
She dodging you
flex!)
You don't want to get involved, not at all
Man I swear to god these brown moms got more ice than all of y'all
Swear to god these brown girls more
It is not a sin to fight for the right cause
There are those who words alone will not reach
I know how you feel. You are gentle. You do not like
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