Lyrics:
Prp's, SB's, matching shirt, maybe
White T, neck V, glasses are Versace
Married to the Mob but I'm a bachelor baby
Love is in the air I put on a gas mask
I
shirt, bastard
And I still have to get you back for that shit
And by the way them playboy rings
My mother stole from you
Well Nate finally got 'em back
put my nikes on the coffee table
Her brother came in he's into gangbangin'
Cause he walked up and said "what set you claimin"
I don't bang I write
be hitting switches
Calling 2Pac daddy
It ain't my fault that she's sprung on me
And ain't it fun I make her cum
Put her tongue on me
That's
a man
Cause we ain't like R kelly
Nuh tongue inna har belly
Buddy wi mek scar Shelly an wi nuh nyam woman
So what would you do Sonny
If yuh catty waan yuh
a player hold the game by the book (yeah)
Bright thing on my hand sayin' (look at me)
I got your girl doin' a handstand, whoa (look at me)
Out them
Fooled by the lord
Fooled by his grace
Put my faith in Jesus
Took away my livin'
Took away my place
Oh, Lord
Well, they really did it to me when
right in the face
And the only trouble with being a woman my age, is the men my age.
That's why younger men are starting to catch my eye
I'm starting
a player hold the game by the book (yeah)
Bright thing on my hand sayin' (look at me)
I got your girl doin' a handstand, whoa (look at me)
Out them
I-I
Put the(put the)
Smile on my face(on my face)
Even(Even)
When I'm(when I'm)
Going through the most(through the most)
I-I
Put the(put the)
Smile
talkin 'bout
That circle around the skittle
In the middle you put in your mouth
But I love ya, baby (Hell naw!)
Titties, If they big or small
That's
I put my nikes on the coffee table
Her brother came in he's into gangbangin'
Cause he walked up and said "what set you claimin"
I don't bang I
Motherfucker, you'd better break yourself
My skin is my sin, look at my complexion
Section 8, erection great
Balls like Ru Paul and a big fat
I put my nikes on the coffee table
Her brother came in he's into gangbangin'
Cause he walked up and said "what set you claimin"
I don't bang I
start slangin' bean pies
Or the bootleg t-shirt of the month
With "U Can't Touch This" on the front
I'm 'bout to get rich
Cause life ain't nuttin but
Tryin' to get my lettuce fixed, my credit "Fuck y'all"
I'm just gettin' the rust off, she lickin' my nuts off
My R. Kelly T-shirt, I think that it rubbed
Waking up on the edge of town
With no one in my arms
Put yourself in the lost and found
cnd left me in the car
Now my eyes are closing
The moonroof
came in
He said, "Hey Rick, don't you know playin' with these snakes is a sin?"
He grabbed me by my shirt and pulled me right out the store
He said,
Anytime but now
Anywhere but here
Anyone but me
I've got to think about my own life
We are consumed by society
We are obsessed with variety
of me,
You have created a melody
You're the composer of the song that my heart sings
You may not know what quarter notes are
Or what I mean by "four
of a rebel, unforgettable
Better believe these beats are edible
I consider loose leaf a vegetable
And I stalk my prey
You think you got away, uh-uh not
Wait
King of my city, king of my country, king of my homeland
King of the filthy, king of the fallen, we living again
King of the shooters,
weed on my shirt
I pray to the lord and ask for forgiveness
If he popped my trunk I can get a life sentence
He came a little closer and told me that
She woke up and couldn't use her legs
So I laid down by her side
She put her head on my hand
Like she'd done so many times
I told her she was a good
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