Lyrics:
you don't see up on an atlas
Hit it three times in one night, that's a hat trick
Blast off, five, four, three, two, one
Ain't no love in these streets,
a fool to fall in lust with this evil ge-nius
She had me by the nuts
She ain't got shit but man she loves it plush
Whippin I whip, and suckin up I
pushin the whip like a Ford want me to come over cause she bored 100 on the dashboard doin tricks like a skateboard shoot my shot n uk I scored even tho
Ain't no fun
When the rabbit got the gun
You got some work
You gone trick off
Or you gone stack it up
Cast these hoes they gone trick off
I tell em pack
right now (right now)
I don't want to go right now
You won't be there for me at all, why would I wait on you?
(Genius)
I love you, come down
I love
deal
Not allowed to have it yet, gotta sit still
Like the toy that she knows is gonna come with the kids meal
She loves drive-thru food
Health
And I'ma always show love to my cut
Hit the club, light the bitch up
The Cash Money motto is to drink 'til we throw up
Nigga, point the ho out, guaranteed
kill a nigga when it comes to her tricks
Remember when we used to be close friends
You use to sleepover till the morning
Overnight you turned into my
pass me by
I need to let go of the things that put me down
(I need to let go of things that put me down aye)
I'm fighting for my wealth
I'm fighting for
to rap now
Ok ok ok, I got this
The mics black
The Mike's clean raps
They might see Zack
Come on bro react
Breakin' down the bars
It's a prison break in my
as your disguise
I think I'm love blind
Build me up just to break me down
You're a monster hiding in the crowd
Behind that face, I know it now
Stands
smothered in my lipstick
Ride it out
Drink it down
Fuck it up
Right now
Come get it right now
Yeah yeah yeah
Show you who's been actin' out
to spit a lot of game
But back then, I was just saying my name
I had a record player, on my stereo
Got down on my knees with my radio
From Oakland
offer up some brain
I cannot complain
Getting smarter by the day
These bitches switching lanes
Come reroute on me Monday
But now she in her feelings
back then, I was just sayin' my name
I had a record player on my stereo
Got down on my knees with my radio
From Oakland, California with some new shit
you're gonna love me
Love me like an outlaw
Oh lonely desperado
When you gonna see
You've been sold on fools gold
Your hard living won't come cheap
If
Come on through with it, the bitch swoop right down, she smooth with it, I'm outside right
Now with tool with me, no we ain't wasting no time, get
spending all this money on these hoes, not me|Used to hump all week, in my ' computer love by roger trapman|If you see one of my immigrants, they looking
Nigga what
Come to yo trap and stick that hoe up
I'm serving niggas at pin up
I stayed down I been up
Young nigga serving that pull up
Vette Pass by
to sleep
Remember back when you ain't love me
Bet you want me now, what you did was weak
All these niggas owe me, better pay up now cause talk is cheap
ass come out
Ol' bitch ass, hold another nigga dick ass, BITCH ASS, NIGGA!
Keep lookin' at a nigga like you gonna tell somethin'
I'll fuck around
tryin’ to conceive with you
But right now something makes me wanna be with you
You want a job done fast, you want a job done cheap
You want a job done
It's been five years come this autumn, she remembers well the day
The day the fever got him, and took him far away
Far away from always knowing
lubrication, lifestyle protection
We're foolish love
Nothing will ever come of this
The spine cruiser weighs me down
Like a ton of bricks fine tune the skills
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