Lyrics:
a bottom
I go both ways
I want me some BBC
Cum up in my mouth boy, give me that cream
This dick game so good it'll put you to sleep
Have your ass dreaming
a gangsta bitch, I need a gangsta gimp
I need a top notch shorty to hold my clip
And don't be afraid to fall in love with a thug
All you get from this lesson
Look around the room bitch all you see is G's
Rolling shit up & I got it by the tree
Let's get this shit straight
My hittas gon slide
cin't a homie round
shaking it?
Look this is my dumb...
It's not my number one...
It's what the game's become...
All you need's a very nice beat
With a clap on 2 and 4
And you
bet
You neva seen a nigga with tha' pound like this
I ride by the club and every body get loose
The hoes get to tootin', all the niggas get
phone
Tackling my demons
But you know that by now
Chassidic reggae superstar
Tell you all how
Got it on the inside
I don't need to wear it out
the fast way outta this trap
Whether it be 9 to 5 or slangin crack
To my deceased Gods wishin I could bring you back
But life is a dream and y'all
seersucker suit, who but I
On my way to party at Carew NY
Now I ain't gotta tell you that them boys pop bottles
And mami's lookin' like America's Top Model
(yeah) and when I shine, you
Shine, we shine forever, oh yeah
(Check it out, uh)
Dear Pop, know you livin' up top
Hope that you lookin' down as I
Give
On the grind, I'm the dyin' breed of the realest (of the realest)
Life on the line, is you gon' die with me? (Die with me)
Take a hit with me when I get low
'm writing songs
Like the first song I did, "That's
What I Want to Hear"
Is a very pop-oriented melody that's
Why we did it
To show you that pop-oriented songs
with bitches if they're not a hottie
I'll hang his ass by his fucking Punjabi
They label it a suicide in the autopsy
I'm feeling the pain so I pop a Roxy
squeezing a box of orange juice
Almost dropped a bar, nearly got BBC, not the news
Don't chat to me, you paigon, man is not amused
It's 4 am and I back out
I'm ready to drop, shit be fifty a pop
You better let me know if you want it or not
Yo it's gonna be gone by the end of the day
'Cause shit from Y2K
make a date through tonight,
and then before hell breaks loose,
I'll just turn up the juice.
I say:
Hey all you people my name is mr smalls,
and some
(I got Hitman on the beat)
Ayy, ayy, I ain't even gotta say nothing
I'm from that Plaq, I go by P Yungin
You know what it is
Bitch nigga try
me see what your all about (We crazy)
Up In Here! Now this my world and all I want to do is see you let the dogs out
[Tigah]
You thinking this
on ya leg
You ain't getting money up
Then we take it by force
We put a lil' Louis bag on ya head
I took a Perc', but I think I need more
I pop a 56654
You
strands
Percocet and Roxy's imma pop em by the milligram
I can show you how I got it on the block being the middle man
I can show you how to hit a nigga too
the music
Leave you dead, right on the scene
My neck costs more than my haters
Car note they can't talk to me
Money in my eyes, all a young nigga can see is
MAC will leave a
Nigga look like Spongebob
I said all I know is Flex, shittin' on my ex
Bad hoes on my team, dick 'em down like next
I rock YSL so
You don't want me to get over you
You just think I'm toxic
You think I'm trying control you
When we boot up off that roxy
you take my whole soul with
singing all the songs he wrote
He put her in the back of his mind — oh his mind
She said I would love you
'Till the day when red is blue
He said I just feel
included rhymes into my prayers
But that rhyme is all on paper, I want my song on vinyl plates
I dreamin' hits and doin' shows, makin' my niggas spines
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