Lyrics:
be a big MC by end of school term
I'm a big bird, you're just a worm
You don't wanna receive third degree burns
When I bust gun, everybody spread like
Dressed to kill and lookin' dynamite
With her high-laced stockings and her sweater so tight
I asked her her name
She said her name was Maybe
f***, 69 now (Yeah!)
We gotta suck, f***, 60-muthaf***ing-9 (Yeah)
But I tell you what I, I, I owe her one
All the fellas in the house say this, "This
Got hit with the switch up, yet anytime yo ass is feeling down, I take you home like pick ups
Jack Daniels all in her liver, told her find the nearest
said, "Cool, you can keep her
'Long as you satisfy me"
But as the weeks went by
I, I started feeling strange
Somethin' was deep in my heart
the temperature hot
Black feet ain't no furniture nowhere in her house
But you can find somebody Junior baby sitting in her mouth
This bitch from the south lace
the media
Take a beat and I beat it up, disobedient
Shoulda been more immediate with the recent stuff
Tragedy, it struck, you know I had to readjust
Gotta go
with nothin' said
Cause I can't talk yet
First trip in the police car
Cameras all around me as if I was a star
Young black toddler
It's feeling like they
them thangs, you feel
Ran off in her uncle's spot with the stainless steel
Put the burner to his face with the aim to kill
And said, she don't fuck
leads to a joke when you and Satan speak
Yeah, you was patronizin' us, we waitin' patiently
Well, you'll prolly get your life to trade a day with me
in love
Yes, I'm still in love with you
But a man gotta do what a man gotta do
Girl
Well, I never had fi promise you no bling bling fi hold you
in love
Yes, I'm still in love with you
But a man gotta do what a man gotta do
Girl
Well, I never had fi promise you no bling bling fi hold you
I gotta Bollywood Chick, she says she wants to know what Hollywood is
I gotta Bollywood chick, I love the way she makes her hips do a twist
Yeah I
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
on her grind with it
I mean she bad as hell shawty too fine with it
I’m just trynna make you first, trynna make you mine with it
If love was a person I
on her grind with it
I mean she bad as hell shawty too fine with it
I’m just trynna make you first, trynna make you mine with it
If love was a person I
on her grind with it
I mean she bad as hell shawty too fine with it
I’m just trynna make you first, trynna make you mine with it
If love was a person I
She don’t wanna mess with nobody that’s undercover
Cause she got a man and she love him like a brother
If her main thing tripping then she know she
on her grind with it
I mean she bad as hell shawty too fine with it
I'm just trynna make you first, trynna make you mine with it
If love was a person I
junior year was shit
I ain't know how much I love her till I fucking lost my bitch
It had me so fucked up the Mary Jane is what I used
Take away all of my
good return
I tried to take her
I even tried to break her
She said, I ain't for takin' won't you ever learn
I want you, I need you, I gotta be near
With a sparkle in her eyes
And in the sparkle of those eyes
I could see that she corresponded my love
And when she came to hug me
I felt my heart beat
you, love's gonna get you)
(Love's gonna get you, love's gonna-love's gonna get you)
You fall in love with your chain
You fall in love with your car
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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