Lyrics:
popped and, you do to
Illegal taps and undercover surveillance
Tapin conversations, tryna duck the years that he facin
[short phone conversation]
Better
Everybody move now take some action, make some action YEA, take some action
Life is short, that's WHY WE MAXIN', revolutions got to happen
Washing my boxers, shirts folded nice and creased
Plus when we argue, she will never pull a beast
Clap for my baby, award winning, best nookie
I been in
that gotti
Pistol off my boxers
I ain’t got time to be boxing
Got a red bone she look tropic
If she fuck me right or she shopping
Young money we poppin’
they know I'm the shit
They say hello hello hello aloha
Aloha
Cause I'm so fly
Try to play me short
And imma have to fade it quick
Fresh up off
take a buddha spot
Dread better take me to the pot
Ain't no killer I just shoot a lot
I ain't no boxer I just punch a lot
Jabbing niggas in they belly's
Tall as fuck but my nails short
Fuck her in my jansport
Watching L Word, fuck channel
Then I fuck her in her flannel
Pussy wet, no camel
All up in
like a prey to god
Why?
Cus they never seen a yute wid dis power
Nah, they never seen the truth every hour
Im never short handed in the booth, I devour
Momma on a island
Put her on a PJ
Huh
Am I ever gonna make it
I'm going crazy
Gotta chill in this quicksand
Before I go down
Like a Boxer in the last
outside go and make you some
I'm eating biscuits from red lobster
Grilled shrimp skewers with the pasta
Shawty walking round in my boxers
Ass got fatter
on her mind
So is mine
Told her send the addy nie
Im in a chi
This aint for the men pull them boxers to the side
I Dont do it for the trend
I just do it
Long story short
NBA the sport
From the free throw line never short
The net on my neck
Getting the big checks
Manager watching from the deck
Like
and decorator and you wanna be a boxer, you try that
If you're an accountant and you wanna be a ballet dancer, you go for that
That's your birthright, okay? I get
you fall out
It's all out there, you just gotta get it
Ain't no short route, don't waste time
Your future may regret it, so do more now
But make time
and i know sometimes we come up short, but i had enough of it
and what you want feels like worlds away, but its not far as it seems
you gotta believe, you
that nigga boxers stink
My nigga Frank.
Fuck, fuck Frank, nigga, fuck him
Taco, oh, young bitch ass, I should, I, fuck, I hate all these niggas
the spinners on em, that's a fact
I was uptown at the Easter Bash
White Stan Smith's with the tag
With the long dreads, Polo collar
With Girbaud shorts
I can bust your lip
Because Allah made man, but man made speech
And speech is only talk, and talk is cheap
[ Delite ]
Well, like a boxer, we got
I swear down Sergeant I can't remember
Shadetek's got the connect to the mac
The connect's talking a thousand three
But I'm just about two bills short
get a Gofundme page
Up in OT and I'm servin' the fiends
Told my mum, "I'll be back in a couple of days"
Wearin' the same boxers and socks
For
out
I got that low hanger swag, wear the boxers now I'm saggin'
Short and I'm chunky like I'm friends with Bilbo Baggins
Pulling on a crack pipe,
Like a boxer too vain to fight 'cause his shorts might look too tight
A chemical disorder
Deactivates my brain
I mean this chemical reaction
That's
Well he walked in
With his jeans so tight
You could tell what brand of boxers
He was wearin' tonight
Wore boots that echoed
When he walked around
like a cloud on sunny day
I smile in a funny way
When I see my money is paid
Bila kungoja coz that shit makes my tummy ache
In short inaumiza matumbo na
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