Lyrics:
Morgan
Wooshed the girl in the morning
Her mum was in bed she was still snoring
Like roddy richh because overseas balling
Like tjay she calling my phone
Yes we know
Everybody getting dough
When you live in Jugg's World, all you tryna do is grow, I say
Cute face so I grab her by the throat, I say
Bad
"Stick ni yangu!"
Caught off guard by the irritation
Kumbe ni withdrawal symptoms during ovulation
Came at me, no hesitation
Had to tell her calm down
I
chilling on my b side tho
CTC is in my B I O
Yo dawg really actin like a feline bro
Yo girl keep staring at my v line bro
You stuck can't figure out the line
Yeah
Yeah
Oh
Oh
K,Y,D,O
You can tell by the way I stand
No I'm not the one to play with
Got some moves but don't dance
cll that freaky shit ain't my
Your hate fuel me like Zuva or Value gas
You set me off when you spark a match
It gets me off when your girl change her step coz she see me pass
This
got my first plait at
Five o coming through like kodak
Know that slow that
Stop trippin they dipped out roll that
Mr forney on the ribs he slay that
We
the fact it's real is so appealing
Cross faded as fuck, don't have to feel our feelings
Surrounded by my boys and we all higher than the ceiling
They my
a blunt
She a brown skin girl, her body Decorated
By this thick, lifted African butt
I swear
But we don't call each other
Protocol says we only DM
That time
to fill
You can bet your ass by ten o'clock
It'll be all that you can take
To squeeze inside with the girls and guys
Who come out to do the shake
February 26th , 2012
It's a rainy night
In Sanford Florida
On the phone with My girl
On my way home
From a convenience store
About 7:00 o'clock
I saw
the booth, waited too long
Been on the loose, name on the wall
I am a giant they want me to fall
Move like Goliath they stunned by gall
Cold like I'm Bryant
bad bitches
That get down with foreplay
She just like my music
So we jammin' while we slammin'
And this girl is super tight, she
Got me busting like
the O, go in my bag 4 already rolled
Niggas still hate but you know how it go, go, flames go up in smoke
That's your girl sorry I'm up in her throat, no
Bag on me, I get money for brunch
Price on his head get that little nigga touched
Talking that loud, Glock make you go hush
Girl I'm a freak, you
chiefin a L out the O and I stay by my doley just me in my V
I bet my gas money that shit is on E
It might resemble the love left in me
Left me incomplete w
Followed by ya mind body and soul
You know you royalty go ahead and let it go
Trying to push through like we in ten feet of snow
In that green we go
Got
sex with me
Look I keep a froze wrist, you could believe that
Girls stop in they tracks, like we playing freeze tag
And Redd don't deal with em, if
So high in the sky
Make my nose bleed
I smoke on my own weed
Take care of my own seeds
These niggas is O.C.
Could never approach me
Pussies be sneak
there [?]
She's mine
Plus she's blind to the fact that I'm The Jacka
Mista Cali Co packa
I have ta
Floss to be the boss
You just a black girl lost
But she
She's a perfect girl,
She couldn't harm a fly,
She's as innocent as snow
I don't think so.
She always gets what she needs,
But she don't need
wind...
Controlled by the in and out of my decision to keep breathing
So what appears to be an empty hole seen only by the invited, is really one, of many
Lifestyle by Rasheeda
Chorus(x2)
I'm checkin out yo lifestyle
O you a trojan
I know you hopin
That you get chosen
I like em frozen
Icy with tha
the front
Then lead to straight behind
Stop anything I'm doing
At the drop of the dime for you
Best you ever had
I never have to remind you boo
But Young O
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