Lyrics:
Pretty little Sally sat up by the tree trunk
White miniskirt with a Betty Boom bum
She had a ass like Deborah Cox, face like Lauryn
Waist like
individual
Key to my city
Fuck that lil bitch I ain't havin no feeling
I want the green like a mf villain
Can't chill with nobody, I'm handlin business
I been
what shawty, get in man
I'll show you how to tote that tool
Make that double
Better be cool, you don't want no trouble
Keep it leanin' to the left
and a half it come back in nine dont it?
Now stay low key when the money keep comin'
Keep some n****s on your team, show them suckas they don't want it
By
surprise
Got my shorty flyin' in with keys taped to her thighs
With all the utensils, who hang my china thing
She half black half oriental eighty-six she
surprise
Got my shorty flyin' in with keys taped to her thighs
With all the utensils, who hang my china thing
She half black half oriental eighty-six she
New G-Wag for the bitch, don't love her
Fuck the world, I don't use no rubber
Fell in love with your bitch, no other
Keep it on my hip, no Danny
trying
People are so dumb
If I'm who they're denying
I'mma be honest—no idea when I'mma put this song out
I used to be weak in the knees but best believe
Yeah she never wanna text me
She too blinded by other guy's
So bitch you better not attempt me
I gotta stick with the ratchet cuz I-
I might just rip
I told the shawty call your friends to pull through (Prr prr)
You ain't gonna worry I'ma do the same to (Uh huh)
Ain’t no party without the whole
and I don't quit
I get pushed to the limit, and yo that's it
Step by step, I put an end to your fun
Cause I'm the chosen one, yes me my son
A young kid
let it show, girl
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
Black power on a sweatshirt, this is no Earl
Don't shop where you won't be hired
If we own it, then we
and smack that hoe
Toolie on deck everywhere we go
Fucking every bitch on
I spit that shit got a dappy flow
I fly by hoes like there he go
Ya we trap like
heart stoppers partner
Red and black impala ride
Street like patrollie’s
Coached by OG’s to stay low-key (what else)
Sip 40’s and stay with a 4 T
My
I'd sing the harmonies and Dixie sang the melody
And we sing a little off key sometimes
But we had some fun, son of a gun
I wonder if I ever even
leaves fallin' down like pieces into place
And I can picture it after all these days
And I know it's long gone and that magic's not here no more
And I
black man holds nine, Gotta chill star C-A.L.L.A.H
Be the light of Shamar, work hard Shamar C-Cipher-A.L.L.A.H
Adapt bars snatch stars and detach large
we go all the way black out and can't remember
So leave the regrets for the next day now
It's the time to open a bottle and celebrate
No stopping now
Slip by I'm just doing what I gotta and I
Get by, dripping sickened by the trauma but I
Get mine, and I'ma do it how I wanna
Said I, I get mine
All the city girls gone have fun
I ain't never gonna judge if you get no love
Gotta live for yourself and the man up above
Cause the ones down here
the crack
Sixteen ounces to a pound, twenty more to a key
A five minute sentence hearing and you no longer free
Forty percent of Americans own a cell phone
I had a dream about my man last night
And my man came by the studio
And his name is
Busta Rhymes in effect, Shaheed is in effect
Phife Did-awg is
on the strength
Everything is on the strength
[Verse 1:]
Simultaneous anger to this life I'm no stranger
Galaxy mission to attack in the track black
Diplomats in
else
She does have a point do you feel you
Get the proper love from New York?
Hell fucking no
And I never understood that because
You ran the same
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