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All my niggas in the club so you know we got them racks
And if they trippin in the club then we knock em off the map
Ride me like a Kawasaki
I'm ya
Baby if you need me, you know where to find me
I'll never be far away
Don't care how much they owe you
Baby if you need me, you know where to find me
no more Cris tonight
Gold to me is like Superman and Kryptonite
So I pray how I don't miss my flight, switch to night
Get out the plane, it look all
real tight making me so horny
Fine enough for us to fuck and be his baby mommy
You really don't know me
So I moves it slowly
Brush up and let him
game real tight making me so horny
Fine enough for us to fuck and be his baby mommy
You really don't know me
So I moves it slowly
Brush up and let
Just heard from another bitch
Aight I know you
Lying bitch I can smell that shit
I can let you love me but I know she lying
Said that she don't wanna
court
And your baby mama took you off child support
You at the club like
(Glory to the Lord)
Let's have a toast to coming up
You used to say you
the club popping bottles of that Bud
Giving all them dudes hugs and you just like me
She don't know how to act on the floor backing it back
Man I can't be
the club popping bottles of that Bud
Giving all them dudes hugs and you just like me
She don't know how to act on the floor backing it back
Man I can't be
the club popping bottles of that Bud
Giving all them dudes hugs and you just like me
She don't know how to act on the floor backing it back
Man I can't be
I'm in bag I'm in my, I I I I I
I'm in my bag no ain't I
I know you mad ya hater
Remix I see the way just like a navigator
Ridding past you all in
leave with me
And you don't know because you got your girl with you
Bring her with you, bring her with you!
I got a place you can stay in my crib,
call me Frank B
How bout you officer, whatchu call yourself?
Oh this guy's a real wiseguy
Who's the young lady in the passenger seat?
You don't know
call me Frank B
How bout you officer, whatchu call yourself?
Oh this guy's a real wiseguy
Who's the young lady in the passenger seat?
You don't know
know why these man are
Messing with the team
When not even Rooney would risk it
You'll still see me
I go forward right by 3 3 3
I'm Jamie, don't watch J
, plus your man owes me
That clown don't pay
They straight killin' homie
Y'all don't gotta like me, screw y'all, blow me
I walk up in the club, bitches
on both wrists
Talking like a know it all but you don't know shit
How the fuck yo fit ten bands and you got no drip
Man I'm so sick, like I got the flu hoe
was president
Tell me where the melody went
And if you still care say "Yeah, yeah, yeah" (Carey like Mariah)
Sing it like they used to do
This one's
test me, please don't test me
Aye, like please don't test me
Please don't test me
Run up on you for your shit
Fuck your bitch and then I dip
Like please
The mall or makeda's
It could be either
Any spot getting mopped with a heater
Stake by the house like they waiting to greet you
Bullets are cordial they're
through the third generation of this song
The bitch I used to with the score
Act like she don't know me
Right after I exposed you
I can't take this anymore
(Hotrod on the track)
Chea (yeah)
Ayy, you know I'm lookin' for a five-star bitch, talkin' 'bout (burr, burr)
I'm talkin' 'bout a ho gotta be
muthfuckaz
How you like me now?
Cuz dis country, way back
Laugh at bout it bout it
Now everybody screams they want to be rowdy rowdy
T-R-U what we claim
Bags, hella bitch, but ain't a damn thing for free
You know I'm from the Calliope so meet me on these ratta streets
A round rolled tablet, these fiends
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