Lyrics:
I'm wishing that I had an automobile
As I feel the cold wind rush past
But let me state that I'm a hustler for real
So you know I got the stolen bus
party that shit cray
I came later than sixth place
Her ass fat got a nice face
She tryna tie me down like a shoe lace
But I'm too Gee for allat
(all that)
She eatin seagulls bitch
She just told me bring the classic
Whips out
We in a reagul bitch
Damn
We in this bitch too big
I just told that big bitch
soon as it get hot
Is her ass fat?
Does she get money?
That's too bad She gotta go
Tell that bitch huddy
Now she really mad
Cuz her nigga want me
I do it for money and I do it for fame
If you don't want either than get out of my face
Bitch said she do so I took her to chase
Took the fat stash
bitch on my dick, she shaking ass, that shit is too fat
I can't join no gym, won't let me in my pockets, too fat
Dissing to my name, that type of shit,
could I ever get your wife to kneel for me?
You're always talking ’bout how she don’t put out
And how she’s just a tease
You gotta realize that between
told one million times
About a boy growin' up to a life of crime
I heard it before, you heard it too
But now, homeboy, it's just me and you
You see,
match my Visa
I heard your girlfriend was a real dick pleaser
And a Too Short fan, faithfully
When I came to your town she couldn't wait to see me
Send me a black one
Muzzled in a big fat one
Open with a castrate
Mystery man
He sits here with father
We seem so in love too
Open up
Nefrettiti's in the house
And she finna kick it like this
Come on now
Come on
[ verse 1: nefretiti ]
So just call me the spark, held by the flame
Once again my
don't like me as a artist, she gon' body your fam
I need a ryde or die bitch (come on)
(I like to rock Prada suits and my ass is fat)
I need a ryde
don't like me as a artist, she gon' body your fam
I need a ryde or die bitch (come on)
(I like to rock Prada suits and my ass is fat)
I need a ryde
up in thirty minutes
Now she suckin' on me (woo)
Now I don't need nobody to do nothin' for me
Nigga, I'm bustin' for me (fire)
I went and got it
wall
Only difference is Chuck might give you that call
To march on Friday, yeah, it's kind of frightening
Let me move so I don't get hit by the bolt
in my
Cell for the last couple of days
Not sure how long I would've stayed in
There if it weren't for Charlie
His fat ass wasn't going to let
Me just
everyone to see (See)
She could fuck whoever but tonight she with me (Me)
Imma set you free, yeah Imma get you right (Right)
Got you all in my arms, yeah I
play it too safe
I don't even wanna let a bitch sleepover
Look, I already know that she ain't good for me
But, fuck it, I'ma keep goin', yeah
I'ma
me
You a junkie play wit me
Get ya ass beat
Boy you ugly
Won't let you cant fuck cuz of me
It been too long without Chara
Let him free
That lil hoe
She
over that cat, too fat, uh-uh
Yeah, Esco, let me ride this beat This a track hawk Boo, she a little bitty Jeep
I'm a badass bitch, I'm a real hood freak
I killed all of them fother muckers A Sacrifice for the girl I love, who cares if she’s a he? Listen I Was born a she, why do we keep missing?
too big
She told me I could fuck em so I'm blessing, Amen
I'ma buy your bitch with a fat check
Fuck her on her Snapchat
Throw her to the corner
pussy wet like jersey shore
I beat it up
And I leave her sore
She text me like
What u leaving for
I gotta go
Get back to the dough
See u at my show
got this girl a mink sable, in return I got a cable
Her name was Fat Mabel and she broke my kitchen to table
Ate pasta with this Rasta, went out with
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