Lyrics:
Yeah we see you bust a bottle
At your little table stunting
And we coming by the bar get
The fucking up your fronting pressure on 'em
We putting
tonight
I still need my nine, girl, I'ma ride, I ain't traumatized
We fell about on the weekend in the middle of August
She losin' her mind
they call the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
me ?cause I feel like I'm dreaming
I can't get enough of that girl
I can't get enough of that girl
In the bedroom, on the table
Whenever, wherever I'm
(Here we go)
(Here we go)
Homer Simpson, Marge Simpson
Coming by your house
Watch your TV, where's your cable?
Put it there, Netflix on your
thots you met at Playhouse
(I didn't say that)
I just rode by nigga, you wasn't at Dre house
Parked my shit at Ye house and hopped in the uber
Jayceon
by lunch, at the table bout to make a cypher jump
Straight out the rox, LP had it on lock, Gang Unit trying to photoshop us
On to the next, step, made
ridin', I'm ridin' past that bitches house
You got me ridin', I'm ridin' by all yo ex's house
You got me ridin', I'm ridin' I'm ridin' tryin' to find you
I'm sittin' at the table countin' my money
Ain't where I wanna be but I got a few hundreds
A lot of talk on the streets like a nigga crossin' me
girl 8 balls without a pool table
And y'all can't floss without a shoe label
And yeah we move cane to make the moves able
Hold up, flash back, it was
ain't eating, ten pound for the weekend
Griminal's doing his ting
And Devlin's gone, he must feel left out
By the time I'm done here
There won't be one
in the sky
Got a house by the beach, man, the mood feel right
Michelle, I got a crystal for you
Flowers in your pigtails
A boat with the big sail
all the proceedings
Are brought to you by the church house where we'll be eatin'
Chestnuts roastin' on an open fire
Singin' my jingle, where is Kris
invested
Schemes have been detected, so you VHS thugs need t' be ejected
I wanted t' change the world with my baby girl
Make it where kids'll taste
come because they're all there
Who do you fuck on the weekends
When I turn my back and go out with my friends
Who are you sneakin' through the house
be over my house
(That's a lie) yo, that girl at my house, man Lee, man
She cleans up behind me, man
(You're a liar) Yo, she cleans up behind me, does
skies
Your table's turned girl
Lying by this lake just feeling high
Gonna take myself and get a ride
Gonna take myself and get a ride
Gonna take myself
think she liked me
Naah she like my money
Oohoo
[Girl]
He took me down to the beach for the weekend
I made him buy me everything that I wanted
He's
And leave that bullshit on the curb, word
Pullin' up outta that Chevy with every one of my people on go
A million up by the weekend and both of my bosses
I hope it leave my ass wheezin'
I keep searching but I can't find the meaning
House by the ocean, we could let the breeze in
So what if it's an Airbnb
can remember the first girl that I did love
It was Stephanie
In kindergarten arithmetic classes she used to
Sit next to me
I'd pass her sticky
Know what I'm about
Cause I might steal your girl
Take her to Waffle House
I can't even lie
My raps are the dopest
Put me on the track and I'll run
nigga
Rich on the inside , yeah that's a big bigger
I would've sit with you, but this the cool table
Oh yeah your girl 8 balls without a pool table
a Quitter and you bitter cause I came along
And the days of House of Pain are gone
And if you talk about my little girl in a song again
I'mma kill you,
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