Lyrics:
Sun gettin' heavy and the night is fallin'
Phone ringin' it's a good time callin'
Old truck slicked up shinin' like a rhinestone
Takin' off like
riddin' in a Maybach commissioned by Virgil
I threw bait at the bitch and she bit it like a turtle (bit)
I can't fuck her raw 'cause her pussy too fertile
friends
Now they're enemies cause he's a traitor
Pulled out the Uzi cruised by and sprayed him
Cinderella hoeing for the fellas
And Mister Rogers is gettin
bitch god damn
Thats my jam
Clam bars TGS a again
Like damn thats my jam
Clam bars TGS a again
Look
Bitch you know I go
Merc ya whole squad you dont want
baby, what's up with that?
Hickory dickory dock, it was twelve o'clock
Cinderella ain't home must be givin up the cock
I don't doubt it, she is
baby, what's up with that?
Hickory dickory dock, it was twelve o'clock
Cinderella ain't home must be givin up the cock
I don't doubt it, she is
just right
This little country girl caught my eye
She was backstage legal stage
Hangin' with the drummer
When a big dude attitude grabbed her by
she can't either"
She grabbed me closely by my socks
And so I broke the hell out, and I grabbed my sack of rocks
But, um, they gave chase, they
Every time we wild, that's rock n' roll, baby
This is my story, and yes, you should pay me
Told her, "I ain't stayin' the night," she might hate me
gettin' bread by the stacks
Blow a mil, make it back (truuuu)
Pretty boy Floyd with the bag (money)
Where you from? Where you at?
Rock star, Pink Floyd
she can't either"
She grabbed me closely by my socks
And so I broke the hell out, and I grabbed my sack of rocks
But, um, they gave chase, they
be movin' the tan rock
That's the end of that, no, I cannot talk a lot
Man, these niggas out here, I swear they talk a lot
Drive-by on a rat, you
It's an everyday battle
Just tryin' to break even
No, there ain't no gettin' ahead
When you're just gettin' by
But she's standing on the front
baggies in alleys
To where the streets is your family
Gettin' blurred by the same cop
Go to jail for a year and come home
Two of your niggas dropped
Straight to the block, to the hood, to a spot
Cocaine to a rock, deuce deuce in a sock
Every dollar closer to a drop
Every drop is closer to a cop
And pulled out a wad of dubs
After you got buzzed, she walk by
You saw how big her ass was
Got her on the dancefloor
And she started dancin' like a ho
cash in a rubber band (a lotta blue cash in the rubber)
Mount it- she in Barbie land (Barbie land)
Tropicana diamonds, rock 'em by the tens (by
Strawberry and everybody know
Strawberry, Strawberry is the neighborhood hoe
Do anything for a hit or two
Give the bitch a rock, she fuck the whole damn
Now, I got to know
Now, do you have any obscenity laws in this part of town?
That's good, 'cause I feel like gettin' dirty tonight here
I'm tired
Just call her Strawberry and everybody know
Strawberry, Strawberry is the neighborhood hoe
Do anything for a hit or two
Give the bitch a rock, she
getting slammed by Kane
Destroyed the whole block now these niggas call me Pain
Rock it up rip it up shake it up
Steady gettin to that money broke ass
virginity
Your jam is just a dreamin' MC scheme
gettin' crushed by a L.L. theme
somethin' like Shaft, put you in a cask', bo!
You little blood-clot
virginity
Your jam is just a dreamin' MC scheme
gettin' crushed by a L.L. theme
somethin' like Shaft, put you in a cask', bo!
You little blood-clot
Pray you see tomorrow little boy, you gon' learn
All them pretty bitches leave yo' ass in the urn
You ain't sold your last rock, you just better
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