Lyrics:
on me
Lil mama hot like some fire
When you drop, open wide
I’ll keep you by my side
Baby
Keep it between you and I
I’ll keep lovin' you right
White boy
Intro yeah storm Ridaz yeah yeah storms writers
O huh storm ridaz storm writers storms Ridaz
That’s right baby hardtimes in the hood but we
like thrown bait
But I cut the grass with a chrome rake
They doing bad so I donate, donate
Donate these shots
Foreigns whippin' off the lot
Pulling up
told my baby mama (ah, ha)
Until the end, yeah, we gon' sell a lot of dope (ha, I'ma let y'all niggas)
And post up on the corner (know what the fuck
But if, Baby, I'm the bottom,
You're the top!
Your words poetic are not pathetic
On the other hand, boy, you shine
And I can feel after every line
on me
Don't sleep don't snooze don't rest on me
Got a bad bitch that like to put her breast on me
Yeah I'm the next up baby yea that's on me
Og's always
be going krazy
I've been waiting out here till they pay me
I'm so bored at this point, that I might fuck around and sign to Baby
If he compare me
a mansion
Standing on the carpet, looking fly, that Aladdin
Too much on mind, it's too bad, I cannot...
I cannot mention
10 Years in the game, boy you've
The Young boy was killing it
Every bad gal around me was feeling it
If the gal bad
You know say I'm drilling it
Ran The Record straight
For two nights, I
the party still ragin' on
Shawty done caught my eye and I'm tryin' to make it known
She lookin' at the boy like she tryna do sum'n
(So by the end
than any spot(uh huh uh huh)
My Tacos will make you Fart (fart)
****stunta
I get it my way(yeah)
Its however I want it
I don't live near by
But I'm here
boy with it
You know like, that way, that way (grr)
Spin this kid, reverse it (skrr, skrr)
The man went that way, that way
Baby, come arch your
on the other side
Plottin' lookin' shady
I'm like hold up baby boy
Don't play with me or you'll get swayzed
Smokin' runts until I'm fried
Shorty looked me in my
getting by
Momma told me man up boy you bet pick a side
I'm like fuck the bullshit cause I'm tryna fly to Dubai
And talk bidness with them hittas while
Yuh!
I was a trap kid
Like running
Fast trips, I was
A bad kid, they asked
Me. AYE Flip what's that
You got, up in yo book
Bag? This gasious, this
Jefe, baby please (Jefe)
She ain't tryna fuck me so I
Told that ho to leave (Go)
You ain't met a G until
You fuck with double G (Yo-Yo, Yo-Yo, Yo-Yo)
Bad
on 'em
Dope money with a band on it
Half gold, we got a hand on it
D-boys still ball the same
Just gotta little bit of glam on it
Yah
I got flames
Saint Louis knew him well with a motorcycle jacket and greasy hair
Big man on campus, a bad boy surrounded by his cigarette air
Going through art
An item's value is determined by
How bad you personally want it
(Shit, I want it bad as a motherfucker)
Obtain and then maintain
What is valuable
But if, Baby, I'm the bottom,
You're the top!
Your words poetic are not pathetic
On the other hand, boy, you shine
And I can feel after every line
of fifties and a lot of hundreds
(Uh) hit your bitch beforе I got her number
I'm a toddler, keep a baby bottlе on me
I'm a Ghetto Boy, I got it tatted on me
Outcasted to the shadows 'cause you don't look right
Hypnotized by the eyes from the average muthafucka
Chrome to his dome, if he cries, he's a busta
There's
that I'm fine
Baby, can I put you on the cam, do you mind?
Blew her back out and now this
Bitch screaming that it's mine
Never fuck with the fiends, boy
Yeah, good vibes good vibes yeah
Good vibes good vibes
Angel baby
Yeah
Listen
Good vibes is what I'm on
So there's a lot of blocked numbers in my
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