Lyrics:
up) clap it break that back
She just made a stack (ooh)
Niggas in that trap still totin' them straps
(that dope) if you make it where I'm from
It's like
hard but she just couldn't hang
Been two years, truth is I'll probably never be the same
Dead serious, it's a chore not to let myself go insane
It's
(yeah)
I say I can make a rapper go to sleep by doin' one thing
Look, bitch, get yo' head bust for tryna play with us (baow)
Keep the picture, catch 'em
I'm in the business of misery
Let's take it from the top
She's got a body like an hourglass, it's ticking like a clock
It's a matter of time before
out, yeah (Um hm)
Can we get it on? (Um hm)
Are ya hands up? (Um hm)
Where all the playa haters at? (Um hm)
Now point 'em out (Um hm)
Now she's
purse
She's not gonna need it for knockin spurs
God, for what it's worth
I never gone to church
I never got to learn right and wrong
I'm a lot of work for
Susanne Klatten tell me can I get a dance ?
six years in the cell, he aint get it damn !
you should know by now I aint snitching ma'am
speed race, i8
Now i went out last Sunday with my little Mary Anne
She said please stay 'till Monday and she grabbed me by the can
She laid a big one on me-
like clockwork a girl she comes round
Baby girl meow meow
Harrods handbag were I keep my utensils
Baby girl said she wants to do facial
Put it in her
ear and she listenin'
At the same time, watchin' how a nigga glistenin'
BLING! BLING! I'm thinkin' it's bout time to go
Get the be out
bitches tens, body like a figure eight (wait)
Lollipop, lollipop, save it for a different sucker
She gon' hit the powder room for a quicker picker upper
She want that Brandon Blackwood
She want that Telfar
She want that Nikes by Davy Fresh
That's what I'm on
Taylor made by Virgil
Dapper Dan my
hard to sleep
I wrote a little song about it
In she came with the same type game
The hairdo, Prada shoes, brand new Gucci frame
Big thangs, so big
want him to hear me out
Think about the past and all the many things we talked about
Think about all the people influenced by what comes out our mouth
I used to live in LA, right by the freeway
I stayed out all night, drank whiskey like wine
Lied about my age
I was working till four at the old
Words and music by Alan O'Day
She looks kinda pretty, the music is slow
I walk up to her table and I say "hello"
I ask her to dance, and as we start
to a hundred islands no dressing
I want to teach you like Thug a professor
I think she did pray to god cause I'm a blessing
And I got a thick bitch I know
over reckless
But true emptied by oceans
My eye's a desert of dry expecting
You to drive by I want to see you
I want to see you to tell you I'm sorry
an idea and it might just do the trick
Next weekend let's pretend
That we are 22 again
We'll order pizza, beer, and mozzarella sticks
Well she said you're
hmm)
Are ya hands up? (Um hmm)
Where all the playa haters at? (Um hmm)
Now point 'em out (Um hmm)
Now she's gon' point 'em out, check it
I come
Montana, were the lighter?
This Bitch right here gang
Long live John, Long live LG, aye Montana, I'm Finna gone light it
Shit, go ahead, nothing,
It's John Mackk
If she looked, then she took, better keep her on the leash
She know I'm him, so she's coming home with me
Blow me while I'm driving,
So watcha (watcha want) you kids are slum
And son got knuckles in his air force one's, come on
(Niggaz never seen it this raw)
But nothing's gonna
She never wants to hide from fire, no...
Got too much desire
She's squeezing out the best in me, but oh...
I don't want to let her go
She makes
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