Lyrics:
sex room
Let the candles burn, I'ma turn these lights down
And when your body gets hot, it'll get you licked up and iced down (in my sex room)
(she is)
Thinkin' 'bout takin' her home with me (I might)
She hop in the coupe, get to frownin' her face
'Cause she talkin' 'bout the ZaZa stink (ew)
on you rasshole
I fuck around and get hardcore
C-4 to your door, no beef no more nigga
Feel the rough, scandalous
The more weed smoke I puff, the more
could go outside (x2)
Certain niggas need to be kissed in the ground that I walk
Shuttin' up when I talk, its Rule in full floss
5-0 is tellin' him X
as Michael Jordan
Was to the NBA when he was scorin'
Ralph Lauren was borin' before I wore him and..
[Chorus]
You aint neva gotta ask again
How we got
Old shaped huaraches on
Smelling like the dankest piff
Shout-out my yardie don
J Hus boogie dance, when I get my party on
Ayo my yute, where you get
You gotta let a ho be a ho
*Spoken*
WILLIE D: Yeah, buddy. Willie D ain't gonna let none of these hos
Get him down. I ain't cryin' or dyin' over none
me what I mean
When you see him it's a go, go 'head nigga go
Catch him on the front porch by his momma do'
These niggas is green
It's nothing to it,
coming home Dad?"
I don't know when
Cause Dad's hanging with his friends
You know we'll have a good time when
Dad stops hanging with his friends
Let me
by bitches (four of 'em)
I'm lookin' like William but they ain't my girlfriends (nah)
Bruh, I'ma spin on your block back to back
When they finish it
she can have my kids and say it was yours
How foul is she? And you wifed her
Shit, I put the rubber on tighter
Sent her home, when she entered home
Turn up, let's get it
Turn up
Chiraq
Lupe, what up, bro?
Go hard or go home, we turnt up
I'm from Chiraq, when we come around we rust stuff
I
comin' with your shit raps
You man are get bitch-slapped, by some bitch that I bitch-slapped when I was high on a spliff
And a six pack, and a bitch back
motherfuckin' main man's dead
That was my heart
My motherfuckin' man 'till the end
Yo, I said "Hans
You know the deal just chill"
When you get my page, meet me
don't
One beer, two beet, three beer, four
There's twenty more of 'em behind the fridge door
Five beer, six beet, seven beer, eight
You can keep
him to leave
Because if the freaks come here he cannot be here
Hold on
Shit!
Ah, one second
What time is it?
It's 4, it's them
Who? The freaks?
Yes, get
Harry i love the feathers)
When it comes to exotic-type mammals
Has he got a zoo?
I'm telling you, it's a world-class menagerie
Prince Ali! Handsome is
We had a lot of good times when we were together
And I thought we'd last forever, you and I
I.m. For so long, I couldn't wait to get you're phone
make it rain so hard, flowers grow
Hollygrove
Four baby mamas, no baby mama drama
Bad bitch at home sleepin, I go
Home and sleep behind her, uh
Shout out
For a moment I found myself smiling
As if those short rays of light were enough to get me by
Maybe that was enough
Thank God, I needed that
I surely
high so high so high
Shitting on you bitches like a bird when he's flying by
We are the Hill we came to get you high
They're are calling me insane why
She wears denim wherever she goes
Says she's gonna get some records by the Status Quo
Oh yeah Oh yeah
Still she won't be forced against her will
go somewhere
Get a little crazy
He's rich and I'm wishin', um
He could be my Mister Yum
Delicious to the maximum
Chew him up like bubble gum
I'm his
and it's crowded below
My fifteen minutes started an hour ago
Truth over fame, you know I respect the blatant shit
When I hear 'em talking, I just don't
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