Lyrics:
Fashion man
I promise
That your never ever gonna see another pair of Air Forces whiter
Welcome to my home, I could really show you a house that's haunted
I
to diss no one, nowhere
Like damn, I'm from Minnesota, land of the cold air
Too many mosquitoes and our fair share of egos
But like my man Sabe says, that's
soda and gassing while I’m over the six./
While they Help me gas through the shit that caused by my bitch./
They know I’m a sucker yoyo./
Dippin a fro
a grade
Kinky hair tightly bound in a braid
Baby hairs by my side
Give a fuck 'bout a fade
I'm in it for the long run
I let you lames have a day
Crime rate
niggas in the hat black an yo we headed south
Now that don't look right but listen black we be aiight
[Incomprehensible]
Smokin' blunts by the boxes
And you are my wifey
You look right with your hair to the side
Blue jeans, nyc shoes and a yellow top
Likes tunes from bashment to mellowrock
Youre a real
chips?
Damn, here's some dip and a cold one, shit
Enjoy the show, few of us live
That's like hell yeah, fuckin' right
Take Care playing in my ride
By
somebody gonna fit in it
Say no names, wear my hair longer than your first strang
Yo' girl wish she was drafted for the Georgia drill team
But I ain't gon'
Bodies under my bed
These voices in my head
It's life or death between you and I which ones gonna wind up dead
I'm... well prepared for your bastard
Bodies under my bed
These voices in my head
It's life or death between you and I which ones gonna wind up dead
I'm... well prepared for your bastard
damn, I'm from Minnesota, land of the cold air
Too many mosquitoes and our fair share of egos
But like my man Sabe says, that's where my mommy stays
tired of only seein' niggas at the funeral
Tired of learnin' my homie's name at the eulogy
I'm tired of wearin' suits, man, this ain't suitable
I'm
blow me under these bubbles Dory
I Shawn hunter shorties with my hair like Cory
End of story
She sell seashells down by the seashore
We got fishscale by
coffee by the way you shakin' your perkulater
I'm the smooth operator, hot mommy motivator
What I really wanna do, put that thing on you
Butter up yo'
And I don't hate people by
Race color or creed to put it simple
I'm just hatin' every motherfuckin'
Thing that breathes and I'm so raw
I make everything
Whoo, Little nasty girl
(Yo man, see that??)
Damn!
Yo Yo Yo Yo
Hey girl I like your flava
Wish I could be your neighbor
Must be coffee by
coffee by the way you shakin' your perkulater
I'm the smooth operator, hot mommy motivator
What I really wanna do, put that thing on you
Butter up yo'
motor-boating
Flowing, wavy like the hair on Michael Bolton
Poking, from out the surface like a dolphin fin
Finishing any competition that's opposing him
You
on the rocks with vodka
The preacher got busted with a whore, got ya!
Man on the moon, but still can't fly right
Now he's gonna fake his death, he can't die
Heisenberg
Blue crystals red hairs and purple pills
If you want it we got it man you know the deal
So if you need some medicine that'll make you levitate
Can I wash your hair underneath that wig takes a minute try and get to
The other side can I peal the
Skin of your face takes a minute try and get
was gonna cry
'It's been 30-some years I been running this car wash
Took it over from my old dad
Never knew when I started it'd last me this long
It's
afford me
Chorus:
It was the money that made me get with you
But right now I'm trying to get rid of you
Cause you always at my house like I live with you
I’m from
All our friends and family right by my side
Quit foolin' around and make her my bride
Quit foolin' around and make her my bride
Trying to hold
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