Lyrics:
no fear, Flipmode, Streetsweepers Oh yeah!
Oooh I like her, shake your rear
You look nice who did your hair?
Syke!!! Shorty over there look way
it
Yeah, it turns me on
Alright, hold tight
I'm a highway star, yeah
Nobody gonna take my girl
I'm gonna keep her to the end
Nobody gonna take
I know she know better
More cakes than Drake's and more things than ring-dings
It ain't no need to try to gas her to swing
She's not impressed, by
quickly
Ex girl strippin'
I can't stop her
New girl trippin' but I can't drop her
'Cause I need somethin' to balance out the fact
That it's hard
Air Ones
Bangin' "The Black Album," track #1
She like that Jay shit, that's her favorite
If it's gon' get me the pussy I'ma play that shit
If she
it's an afterlife, aim it at me, cock it and squeeze
Please... back to back to back to back to back to back, nigga
From my first fuckin album nigga
two
Spindizzy Records is a great little store
I got a double album by Lester Bowie
I went to Golden Discs in Galway
Bell Book and Candle right behind
enough
Drive-by's, blood-spattered on my shoe, I'm not hood enough
But why cry?
I Waka Flocka Flame, hit your block up
Thug life, it's in my veins, go
the next album drops
If all of y'all really wanna continue to hate
Then I'ma heat the game up and continue to bake
Call me the baker the baker and I aint
of money, you can find me in the sections
Take or leave that girl, but I really want her best friend
Drake and 21
Drake and 21
Drake and 21
Drake and 21
Yeah
the whole album
Keep talkin' that shit, you know I'm with the drama
Uh, uh, I'm fuckin' up, I fuckin' know I'm the best
I come from the G, 14 niggas wanna
Best
We the best We the best
East to west we are the best
We the best East to west we are the best
We the best
This is what it's all about
Some gin
Three passports, Three first class tickets to the money
Straight flights
I live by the cold war
Drove from round the globe
All I need is
on snap and I might just buy her
Get some condoms first or else I'll end up pissing fire
My dawg got baker acted, I'll hit him up for pills
Tryina kill
you charging by the hour
Best of both worlds shawty sweet and sour
This song make her wanna smash thats ah hit track
If its unknown she ain’t calling
watch face crystal clear
The other chick will give me heat while I shampoo her hair
Head tilted back baby no more tears
You mumblin' and shit duke my
Verse 1
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Some of the busiest rhymes ever made by man
Are goin' into this mic, written by this hand
Are comin' out of this mouth, made by this
nicknamed her Missy
She lives alone out in New Orleans, she always tells me she miss me
But such as life, this story's real, it's not a movie by Disney
look good
Those a hundred proof nigga tell you different, he a liar
Drop 1 album, set the world on fire
I will not stop and I wont retire
You niggas
your ho close by 'cause you know Imma take her
Fuck around and I might just turn into a filmmaker (Okay okay okay)
She a dancer, got them ballerina shoes
Khobliq, nigga boy on top
This girl a fire, my heart desire
Her body deh wire, so she know deh tire
Somebody help me call the popo
Somebody help me
hair and her blue moods
Best guess of why my heart started thumping
Its best left in the ether, that crack of thunder
That competition in my stomach
friend
Yeah
Yeah
With her best friend
Yeah, she catch me in the Uber with her best friend
Tried to help her out but, fuck me, it's a dead end
Am I a junkie
the best
Therefore, hard to tell
You dropped me off by the dungeon
Never came in, but I knew that you were wondering
Now are these niggas in this house
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