Lyrics:
vibing on a island with you close to me
I got yo back like chiropractor
No cap cause girl I'm not a Capper
Shawty bad I might wife her
She a thug a hustler
a lady in the streets but a freak in private
You look like the girl of my dreams
Oh how you get in them jeans
Pussy clean bone appetite
Soaking wet I slide
the idiots leave (idiots leave)
AH - you know who you are
You're so pretty n' I'm so dumb
These days people be so fake
Yet you feel like the realest one
I
freaks
She like Bones,Thugs, and Harmonies
Stressing off my BBC
World so cold, ill be ok
Living like I'm GOD (yeah)
All these broads on me and I got
baby
It's looking like, it's another summertime, everybody wanna rhyme
Long day, short night, ain't nobody done in time
I know what you wanna find
Let me tell you somethin' about an a-b-c style
The a the be, the c the d the e the f the g the h the I the j the k
The l the m the n the o the p
at me like you really want to fight cat
All Tecca Nina want to know is where the mic at
[Hook]2x
[Tech N9ne]
151, Malibu Rum, and pineapple juice
*
what?
It ain't like you hot
It ain't like we got work, meet me at yo' block
It ain't like we won't come through
and take any motherfuckin thing you do
tings (yum)
Real quick bills still stacking to the ceiling (uh-oh)
Whatchu mean, it ain't working? (what?)
Whatchu mean, you ain't finding yourself?
We all so scared cause its, its war everywhere, you know
War everywhere
(Chorus)
How many friends will we see die? (Why we so scared cause it's
now?
I see a little nigga puttin' on
You've been warned
I could've sworn, I was born with a hoodie on
All black with an axe I ain't stopping
'til that
painted up so you came on up and kited my sin
Til the morning light, it was on tonight
You met a DK-N to fucking bone you right
Clones'll roam you might,
motherfucker's could never do
The things I, The R the Y, the
A the N, Daz D did bitch
You couldn't ever fade me i'm not a sucker
I treat you like a serious trick
With a honey on my right
While chunkin' the deuce
In your town
No I ain't stressing these emotional So-called thugs or they frowns
Might flip these raps
thigh
Leg by leg and
I guess.
Ain't no way to get ya out
Your so caught up S-E-X-U-A-L - sort
Of a freaky situation
With a peppermint twist
Ricky
ass, ho
Peter-rolled by Koopsta, Crunchy, Juice, Paul, Boo and Scarecrow
Ho, it's a whole lotta demons in my world today
Which means you run into
need you to grind like your working for tips
N give me what I need while we listen to prince
Coz miss you ain't seen the world yet
Rocked la pearl yet
a low profile girl smile
Throw a chick back like a blue print trial
Now you 'n' me can drink some Hennessy
Then we get it on
Mad women wantin to bone
in my dirt)
Whoever kill me, make sure that they hurt
Yeah (yeah)
I ain’t goin' to no stoe', like Young Thug
Let the Maybach go (Maybach go)
I’ma
with me
See them niggas in the car
With me? They retarded b
Ain't nobody thinkin' properly
Not a thug but will break a
Nigga bones with harmony yea
Not
by the club swerve, you wit ya girl swerve
A nigga move swerve, all my thugs swerve
[Chorus]
You ain't never had shit (uh uh) swerve on em
For ya
me
Couldn’t even do that hypothetically, I tell them n*****
Rickey you gone, n***** swear they head of me
Head for me? Bone, baritone where yo
like a unit Salt n Pepper
Can I fit you and your best friend in a Tesla
200 on the dash baby no pressure
Here we go here go cause it's time for
heart is harder than that
So restart at the back
N make ya way up the front
By the time ya get there
They aint giving out nun
So now im late
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