Lyrics:
barely make it, we got crazy cash
On the movie set me and my homie Baby Bash
Got your girl waitin to get her world shakin
At the Grand American givin
the photo album
You remember all the good old days? K Swiss and Polo down
And Mama had to put the down payment by herself
And nobody even tried to help,
you might start to spit
You nice Lord, sweet daddy Grace, wind lifted
On the dance floor, makeover's free followed by gauze
Duncan Hines monument
And I just was playin' your whole, like two of your albums
Like for twenty-five minutes, literally
And then I went on my phone when I just got out of my
frenchie , wooh an Flocka too
So if ya wanna test my crew STEP now by yo self boy You gone need HELP
Desert eagle under my BELT Mac 90 double clip or Flare
you might start to spit
You nice Lord, sweet daddy Grace, wind lifted
On the dance floor, makeover's free followed by gauze
Duncan Hines monument
havin' his baby
The bitch is driving him crazy
The motherfucker was violent
'Cause he was fresh out the Navy
She dealt with constant abuse
Never revealing
to drive my head insane
Girl, do I do, what you do, when I do my love to you baby
Yes I got some candy kisses for your lips
Yes I got some honey suckle
baby (nasty)
Oh, the cooties (it's the movie, oh, no)
They comin' to get me, runnin' (runnin')
Touched by the unloyal
Trust, I had to shower for
still gonna be somebody out there with attitude, right? Right?
But that's OK because this album, we gon' change things with this album baby
Because I
to drive my head insane
Girl, do I do, what you do, when I do my love to you baby
Yes I got some candy kisses for your lips
Yes I got some honey suckle
Livin' life without fear
Puttin' 5 karats in my baby girl's ear
Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool
Considered a fool cause I dropped
Out of high
puff puff dib I need to live please pass that
as we zone shoot a jewel in baby girl dome
It's a crazy world let me drop you home let's go
by the way
my head insane
Girl, do I do, what you do, when I do my love to you...baby
Sss..mmm
Yes I got some candy kisses for your lips
Yes I got some honey
half a Vicodin, why can't I?
All systems ready for take off, please stand by
Sometimes I feel so alone, I just don't know
Feels like I been down
I got my baby on the windowstill
And the blues down in my veins
Gonna keep my baby in bed all night
With my cigar and my smokin guitar
Keep
We so jiggy up in here (let's go Weezy)
Slim baby, I see you (yes)
The streets make the hustlas
Hustlas make the world go 'round
The world is
and stay real jiggy, uh-huh
And sip the Cris' and get pissy-pissy
Flow infinitely like the memory of my nigga Biggie, baby
You know it's hell when I come
DJ Khaled
DJ Terror Squad
And he goes by the name of
You got the right one, it's Weezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let
Hey yo must not sleep
I bash the bracket open and breach
The priority's bleached since that seventy-six umbilical severed
Majority's cordially
Sometimes it's hard
To wake up in the morning
Mind full of demons I don't
Wanna hear them anymore got me heartbroken
Find so many babies screamin'
Sick and tired by the way you do
Good time papa gonna poison you
Sprinkle goofer dust all around your bed
Wake up one of these days, find your own
nigga Ill bash
Smash
Smash you through glass
Ay yea
Nigga who you think I am
Thrash skrt
Hit a car crash
Niggas wanna fight but nigga Ill bash
Smash
Smash
(uh-huh)
I love you better than yourself (yeah, yeah)
Better than you love yourself (look)
I just need your lovin', baby (yeah)
Who gon' love you like
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