Lyrics:
Dislike me you head on, fight me you dead wrong
'Cause now a days you only get wet wit my dead on
Don't let this song push you, the fourth hit you
Have
bleeding, can't think about sex
Irritated by your Kotex
We don't need to kiss, we don't have to fuck
I'll pull out my dick bitch, you can suck
Now here, don't
talk to 'em (Keed talk to 'em)
Get what I'm saying (get what I'm saying, ooh)
Shoot up your mans, no
No, I don't care (no, I don't care)
'Bout your
(Young Money) (boy)
With your girl she tryna jerk me (Gangsta) (Young Money)
Drop it to the floor, make that dick shake
My homegirls slurp it like
to the letter
My all-around performance gets better and better
My English grammar comes down like a hammer
You need a style, I need to pull your file
I don't
You put a Dollar on my hand, I'ma part of any plan
I'm focus, y'all niggas need to holla at me, man
He use to touch me, love me
Hug me, kiss me,
pierce enuh
'Boy deh a bait enuh
Mi never tell you seh fi move? (pussy) weh yo still a do yah?
Sick inna mi head mi have dat medicine yah fi a (brr)
Put
tight like an airplane bathroom
Talk out your mouth piece, baby pah
The baby A-are will make it hot like South Beach
I move like, Bin Laden armed with
on a mission, I got a job to complete
They take one of mine, I put six of theirs into sleep
So I live by the gat and that's my toy
And out on the streets, I'm
has it, just us that's it
If you try to take it, I got a big shileighly
I don't have dreads cause I shave my head daily
You call me a skinhead, I call
a brick on myself I don't care bout these thot hoes
Couple racks on my feet Put some racks on his taco
Nigga want beef I put cheese on his Nachos
(Mix
talking boy
Just come do it
Put in that work and baby
Just talk me through it
Don't lose your chance, yeah
Might be your last, yeah
Make the wrong move
don't never get old
[Verse 3]
So who's next to go pop face lock on my mack spot
heads drop when my cuts flop, don't stop please Mix, don't stop
I saw his
to get busy bright lights in the city
Don’t leave me waiting long that’s when it get tricky
Put a bag on yo head cause it’s finna get sticky
Gotta watch
dollar shit, put my emblem on
Shawty head retarded, put a helmet on
We had a heart, we had the heart
And now I charge your life to a plastic card
Been
dance
I brought your bitch up to my crib, we fucked up off them xans
Young pretty nigga, I been grinding don't you understand
Aye, Aye, Aye (Woah)
Bitch
that hit like boulders
Smackin your head dead off your muthafuckin shoulders
So nip all the talk in a bud
This ain't no Game Boy, I came to draw blood
out that’s power ten boys that’s facts ten thousand then by see my dick it’s time to show me what you got without calling in your head every girl dirty
Don't choke, you feeling like giving up
Life isn't a million bucks, you feeling like living sucks
God's telling you hear your boy, but you don't wanna
Saturday night, living the dream
Ordering drinks with your brother's ID
Pretending we like someone's girlfriends band
Put on our boots, carry our
such a good head up on his shoulders, but I blew that
Fuck you black, you new cats don't know somethin important
You die quick fuckin' with my shit,
every time it rains)
Sun-kissed skin so hot
We'll melt your popsicle
(You're here in my head)
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh
(Like the sun coming out)
California
from here
What we got is true they listen
Try to talk to gal but is real what I'm spitting
Call Christ by name but still ain't rising
Set to my
busy
Don't you see I'm trying to put this band-aid on my finger?"
Lingering, I could tell
She's a BK mademoiselle
Wrinkled uniform and bottom bell
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