Lyrics:
jack//we in this for the long haul, no man put usunder//married for life by fire by Thunder//girl you my best friend I love to hang out with you//your
shit popping
Let a nigga talk we gon drop him
A lot of niggas do the finger popping
But me I gotta see the fucking action
All man know is bitches
Today we're gonna do something scary
We're venturing into the mind of young black males
Let's take a peak...
[ Young Lay ]
Cuddies perved by
down the road
Now old man Nelson he owned a farm
From the hog lot to the barn
From the barn to the rail
He made his living by carrying the mail
Now every
play me if they
Burnt me on a CD model after model
Shit is lookin' like a repeat
I fuck a bitch and pull the swave out of her
Shout my nigga Honey
It's
gotta go take a breather
Man get weak off a gal like Julius Caesar
I nearly killed myself on the highway
Just before you reach peeler
Blud, I was lean
Make me wan' pop sumthin', no champagne
Two-five on me, weed and crack on me
Bitch motherfucker tried to get a rep' off me
Leave him there, never
with my main gal
Now it's time to watch her model in a negligee gown
Man this shit an introverts oasis
We just made our daily preparations
To the sour
that I'm 'bout to heat up
Man it's time to kill all this weak stuff
Pull the beat up, watch me eat up
My beat low (my beat low)
My bass low (my
Player got some money
You can tell by the clothes
Why they call me Too $hort
No one knows
Cuz when I pull it grows, and it grows, and it grows [Ooh Wee]
I
friends deh round I
Life nice right now like
When a gal inna your bed a give you some slow wine
Life nice right now
Me glad me have life right now
Man
mother gave birth but she really never had me
Left to the hood to play daddy
Raised by niggas named Butch, Scoot or Bae-Bae
With weight so they weigh
Slick Rick (Woo) with the big juice (Oh)
Girl, tell me what you're into
I'm tryna get them in too
(Ferg, that's right)
Big body, little man in the big
the back? Give that ass a smack
Bet your man won't do it like that
Can't work the middle, plus his thing too little
Let me grab your ta-ta's, do
I go to see my Pearly Blue
Before you hear that rooster crow
You'll see me headed down the road
Now old man Flatt he owned the farm
From the hog lot
the universe to know who us are
You don't know me from a can of paint
But I go hard in the paint just to put the candy paint on the car
Keep my third eye open in
street fam, twitter team
Like you could fuck with me
Oh did it seem, Dr King and Def Jam ain't the only ones with a dream
I'm a grown ass man, this
Business models, memos on the board
Plans to have more clients on the roll
It all makes me bored
Please leave me alone
Strange ambitions, notoriety
yes
When me step inna deh place
Dem mek way an give me space
Cutty Nossom is a rapper wit a pretty boy face
When me spot deh sexy gal
Me have no
the morning with her on my mind
Took to find it out all night I been cryin'
But I believe a woman's a man's best friend
I'm gonna stick by hr till the very
the morning with her on my mind
Took to find it out all night I been cryin'
But I believe a woman's a man's best friend
I'm gonna stick by hr till the very
street fam, twitter team
Like you could fuck with me
Oh did it seem, Dr King and Def Jam ain't the only ones with a dream
I'm a grown ass man, this
duckin cops 12 or we u call the jakes
Fuck that old model or make
Opps hoes all on my dick they never flake
That’s yo hoe she ain’t do it by mistake
lose friends
We'll fuck em all, motherfuck them all
We was never friends anyway, nigga watch me ball
And so I'm a dreamer, I want it all
Man I come from
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