Lyrics:
really thinking that its sweet cause the zip code
SL 500 that's a G ride
Imma always feel fly but a G5
I rock a jersey by the shore on the sea side
Got
Ima sip slow, riding solo
Living life yolo, you know how that shit go
I been going fast, give me some go slow
I been going fast give me something so
Yeah... If ya’ll don’t mind....
Chorus
Baby won’t you come and hold me tight Cause I got La La La Love for you
I really need you by my side
Girl I
blocked me
Poppin' trunk, droppin' top as I beat the bass
If you don't know what KRIT mean by now then bitch you super late
Po' another fo' up
out back
Big 4DI, what you know bout that
I'm in the coupe with a whole lot of cash
Bro got a chop and a whole lot of mags
Why that hoe ain't wait for
winter
魂のフレーズならね もう 二、三
さぁ 叩いてくれ
目醒ますまで again
今夜全部 I'll take you back
All I try to say is ... um...
I'm in love with a feelin'
That's that
幻想の Rocket
don't know, I'm all night long
The DJ playing all the right songs
To the BM, REM's are Muy bien
It's R. Kelly, killer Cam'
Baby girl, can you
[Verse 1]
Yeah, F-A, be -O, L-O, you-S
see'mon, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, yeah, yeah, see'mon
(If I take you home, will you still be my thug baby
Hey, hey, hey
Ooh, baby, I was made to please her
You know Stevie ain't gonna leave her, no
Hey, hey, hey, ooh-wee, baby
Hey, hey, hey
Ooh, baby, I was made to please her
You know Stevie ain't gonna leave her, no
Hey, hey, hey, ooh-wee, baby
done
You know you've won, you're second to none, you're my sky baby I'm your sun
Ummm, it's kinda funny how a masterpiece could be mastered by me
But yet
Uh huh, uh huh uh huh, uh huh
Yeah (2Ezzy on some other shit)
Rock out a Chrome Heart
And I buy Chrome Heart
This Glock on me, you know
That it's
in straight up out the wood
Juggin' with a big four-five
Hit you in you shit four times
I just hit your bitch four times
I ain't even hit four lines
together
C'mon, beat this shit down baby
Well let me show you how the Midwest rocks, west rocks
Well let me show you how this Midwest rocks, west rocks
Let
Young niggas out here makin' moves gettin' to the money you feel what I'm sayin'
Got to come down ridin' clean you know what I mean
Chevy thing all
back (come back)
Please spin back, wanna know what you meant by that
Oh, I know, you must have thought I was a ho
Spin back now and get a tag for your
can't take the hood up outta me, you dig
Raised by the gangstas, the generals, the thieves, the twins
Yet I'm stealing niggas, please what you know
hand baby, 'cause I wanna rock
Turn it loose and maybe I wont blow my top
Give me a free hand woman, let it swing by my side
Give me one hand loose
To a funky beat to make you have a ball and
Jump, make you move your rump on the floor and like pump
C'mon don't be a chump, I see four and maybe five
right) We don't need nobody
Baby, you and me is a vibe, yeah
Two step (two step)
Slide (slide)
Let's rock (like this)
All night (come on)
Two step
Burstin' like a Ruger clip
Baby girl, you da sh*t
Mad thick, Supa thick
Can't say that I'm used to this
Come see my world, you new to this
We slappin' out
to get your fuckin throat slit
I wanna call Gus and hang you by your pedo wrists
This is not a threat, just a little wish
Also scammy fake mechanics do
ain't
Stand here by my side and I say
Baby
I want a chance with you
Got me singing baby
Spare me the attitude
Cause I know that you want this
Baby
I want
yeah
I try to make this out by myself
But I need you there
I'm sorry I know that I'm worthless
I can't wrap this around my head
It represents all
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