Lyrics:
oh oh, all of my life I was told I
Was nothing by friends and my family even my mother had told
Me if she were to know I would be such a hideous
of things
Have you engagin' in some activities you can't explain
Leave my fingerprints on every inch yo damn frame
With this one finger I could make you get
a stripper
In a relationship with a sucker ass nigga
So I get her and I give her what she want, want, Rod
I beat it up so good she be like "oh, oh God"
Sex
me lil daddy okay
Why your gang always switchin' sides
I can't understand bout ur mofxxkin' hoes yeah
Let's hang out with my slime oh oh oh
Live ma
Love you givin' me
No one else can make me
Feel this free
(Chorus)
(Rap by Mr. Re)
(Chorus)
Nautica sign on my clothes
I keep that work for the low
I give a fuck 'bout a hoe, damn
22 shots to his brain if he stain on my name
Not a joke, not
(Yeah)
(Oh)
(Yeah)
Call me a gremlin cause I'm light and I got fur
If you take me to eat when it's late I go berserk
Straight gunning down a forty in
it's a round of applause
I gotta go, I almost fucked up a sale cause she wanna go a lil more
Send bro the lo, ayo the za by the mailbox she told me
jones
"You'll be loved by the millions
And great at your task
But no one will see who is under the mask
Cover your face, Mr jones, my dear
It's hot
guess that's the difference
Between Miss and Mrs.
You lookin' for someone who's got time
I fuck with you from a distance
Yeah, yeah, oh-oh, mm
I
(Swift Bangaz, Swift Bangaz)
When I'm buyin' 'em
When I'm buyin' 'em
What you mean I gotta buy 'em by the two?
What you mean I gotta buy 'em by
Spent my lawyer fees on a whole outfit
Judge told me I put that shit on
Yo Mr. West
Spent my lawyer fees on a whole outfit
Judge told me I put that
damn, 4 grand
For the low strain?
I got the tree like timberland but no tan
I ain't fucking with the Brittany like the snow man
I'm selling weed by
Snap ya fingers, do ya step
You can do it all by yourself (woo)
Baby girl, what's your name?
Let me talk to you, let me buy you a drink
I'm T-pain,
Girl, yes
Nah, for real
Twenty-eight days pass me by and she ain't even show
Got me smoking, knowing damn well I don't even smoke
'Cause
R&B King of the city, they playin' my song in the city,
Oh, you don't need nobody, ask about me, ask about me, yeah
I got the city on lock, they
a nigga turned Blood, I came out the blue
They like, "Damn who's Drake, where's wheelchair Jimmy at?"
On my Chris Brown shit, I'm still here, gimme that
the game be wicked, spring niggas that want them chickens
But I got a four for five
Me and my lil' brother kickin' it on the corner with G's niggas
y'all
And oh yes Lord it won't be long till I'll be coming home don't make mr wait too long
We pray dear Lord for guidance please cleance us from our sins
So we
damn
I might fuck around leave that lil bitch hurt
Yeah yeah nothing don't excite me
Except that money, not even a dime piece
Told her please dont waste
Thinkin' 'bout you, I been drinkin'
You a fly lil' baby
Should be my lil' baby
I arrive in your thighs
Put butterflies in your navel
And my
you sure that's lean?
I ain't even see no damn sprite...
Oh you sure this drink gon make me dance? Damn right...
I need LV all up on my pants they don't
I Need a lil baby by my side
Somebody who name I can lift up with some pride
I need a women who I ain't gotta hide
I'm tryna show u off I ain't
I couldn't be it
Hypmontised by her goodlooks?
Yeah maybe, but a victim for a good crook? Nope not me!
Consider yourself worn so you can stay.
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