Lyrics:
ha ass, smack ha butt
Make ha toot that ass up
Lil bitch I'm him, like HIM for real
Mr Star, and 1
Damn how it feel from that view
Looking down
preaching
All that make peace
Until the cameras up in your own face, need it
Like oui
Mr. Swindler won't you let me do a track
Please please Mr. Swindler I
hating
Yea i know your hating
Lil shawty going
Buss it down
Come and bring
It around want
To catch up with
The team we don't
Stop getting that
Green
We
[chorus]
ugh, so ya say you got hair of gold
Where ya might be what a bitch looking for
I like the dick to make me holla and put up a fuss
And if you eat
ain't no ignorance that I reflect
And my score perfect on a lie detect
Up to each one to put plan in effect
Division or union, which one you select
Bet
some healin
Feeling like Wayne
There's no ceilings
Gift of gab
The game I'm keeping
Slight of hand
Casino dealings
Your demeanor
I'm not feeling
Where
your drawers."Oh my god what the fu-"You know.We,Us short fuckers gotta be creative.I came up with something.Put on a wig,and talk with an accent.I
care
But the dreams I had for her you cannot touch, my golden hand
'Cause it's guarded by your promises
Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah
Congratulations Mr
what you know about a 30 ain't special shit
And I know them hard words make you jump up with your? when you got the mosburg pump bitch
And the shortys
at the bottom
Now we stacking our bands up
Chingoos in the building
Put your mo fucking hands up
Yeah my time goin tik tok
But your clock been stop
No I don’t
burn, it ain't my style
Why can't I wait a while?
My time ain't cheap, I don't give free trials
When I touch your hand
Are you gon' let your fingers
When
I stay with a stick that's my left hand
It ain't money I'm deaf
Lil homie pulled up with the FN
He'll prolly Hit you from 30 like Steph
Just know
my bread up)
He say he want smoke, boy, put that lil' lead up (put that lil' lead up)
Swag on a point, naw, you know I won't let up (swag on point,
around and hit 'em both, bitch, I'm out to get the dope
Two brand new Glock .9's, they identical
Thought he got hit by one blick, but he got hit with
to us
Bitch, we can't talk about nothin' when I'm in your city, I'll fuck you or somethin' (uh)
I'm with my bro and we thuggin', don't even pull up if
who test'll find a bullet in they chest
Put to rest, by a brother who was hopeless
Grow up broke, on the rope of insanity
How many pistols smoking
[Verse 1:]
In the battle fields mics collide like sword fights
Get stabbed up by the swift technique of a Black Knight
Who pierce strikes like
I say it please don't unquote
Got they hands up like a dumb pope
They ring girls just like the front post
Put a ransom on the beat
I need that money
smog has got me down
I'm goin' up to the country
Where there ain't no doggone smog around
Well, come here baby
Sugar, let your papa take you by
over, come over, I want you to pull over
I'm available for you, just call me Mr Lover
I'm so romantic, just put your hand pa mi shoulder
And let me love
call up my brother he gunning them down
I got a chop on the side of my hip that bitch got a whole hundred round
I'm with lil Brainzyy we swerving
Im tryna be your man or some
I up that fye and shoot, You know this bitch ain't in my hand for none
This switch ballistic, It can go right off I just
he sober he'll up and put one in a nigga melon
One time for my Dukes, one time for my pops
Free Twink, rest in peace Tee fuck the opps
One time for
聪明的girls全都知道“再见容易再见难”
(Mr. West)
第一件事关掉全部人的telephone
舆论的担子重
狗仔像发了疯
搞得就像我自己是真的犯了错
跟往常都不同
谣言像多米诺
我不是你们那些口中的playboy
我心里有个天平来告诉我对错
听我的歌都知道我到处都脆弱
如果你不喜欢你完全可以退货
快baby不要等待
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