Lyrics:
straight off the shelf
Shawty like me I tell by her stare
I want to rock out the stages
You Jamaican you stay with the Haitian
Fuck bout a pig I smoke em
And the children have been scarred, no one's here to care 'bout 'em
And fash out, to all the rappers that helped out
Yea we like it they calling y'all, but fuck
Fell back from that shit that get 'em pleased and now they on me
They could play my song, that's if they end up all alone, yeah
Dope boy, you ain't
Had that pussy water like a ocean
Bitch I'm on fire you know ill toast 'em
Baggy ass pants got me feeling like Soulja
Out her fly as a bitch
And I ain't
And that Glock 23 by my side, if that boy try it then we kill em
And I wish she could understand, but damn, she just don't get it
Man, I wish she could
to be So Slime actin' like we got no relations (Ay)
How that boy So Slime (Slime)
Shawty be So Slime
Fuck again I might
Angel by my side
But I be so
say why, why?
Tell 'em that it's Human Nature why, why
'Cause this is Thriller, Thriller night
So let me hold you tight
And make a killer, diller,
don't really bluff 'bout nothin'
She know my money stay comin'
Maybe that's why she want my lovin'
She want my heart, it don't belong to you
I swear
'cause I be Robbin' like the Boy Wonder
Holy bandit, leave yo' ass stranded and you know that
Unhook the LoJack, cellular phone under the flo' mat
They
then
Pay that PRICE
See a opp boy that’s straight on site
I be thrilling juss like conjuring
Miss no target it's goals mans scoring
See a opp boy there
talkin' ice, get bricks of clean for like fifteen
When you bust 'em out the wrapper (what's that?), Smell just like gasoline (on God)
I ain't never had
on to everything that pass you by
Can't resist, girl, and I can't lie
Now tell if you are here for me
Or everybody watchin' you shake from left to right
The way
go cross em
The funds was in
She getting him off
I swear to God
They was modern time Bonnie Clyde
Every move that he would make
Man she was by his side
want beef, let us know he can eat that bread
'Cause he pushin' that mayo, fuego
Respect when you see him
Boy, last album was a musical museum
of the good and the hate (Argh)
I hope you don't listen to
Shit that I tell you
Unless you gon' go that way (Woah)
I fell in love with the wrong with this shit
money, ain't no competition, shoot a bitch, no missin' (I got 'em)
I'm like that, you ain't like that (like that)
Your hoe she wanna fuck, I might
they won't let me off
Never thought we'd make it out the ghetto, now look where we are
Fucking famous bitches and that pussy taste like caviar
I done
through and I be like thee best
And thy can Twit that and thy can holla back
Young boy is thee number one even when I rap
Or even when I sing woahh woahhh
'em, grab 'em and slam 'em
Swing them elbows, boy, drop that hammer
Juiceman, Paul, Lord infamous and Crunch
I dare you niggas to throw the first
like my riches
A yo, I'm Murphey Lee the school boy
The civilized jewel boy
I got not one, two, three, four, five, but six whores
For equality, Vokal,
Hey boy I could be your girl tonight
Make you feel all good inside
Just tell me you'll come out tonight
I need you by my side
Down the coast going
me
Tell me, tell me
Somebody, can you please tell me?
Why the fuck I feel like I'm the only speaking up, and that's on my own?
'Fore I bow down
loco, 38 brown had to call him coco
Stick around the block boy, tell 'em go go
Don't stop shooting 'til ya all red tho
Yellow tape mothafucka shoulda
bitch
We lit so we can't go to sleep
Never too late, it's right now
She said, "20, what the fuck we finna do?"
Fifty dollar shots of '42
I'ma tell
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