Lyrics:
by her golden curls
She's sweet as sugar but tough as nails
Loving her daddy but giving boys hell
She didn't fall far from the tree
Every day I see
why I do the things I do
Like why a wild boy like me
Always falls for a cowgirl like you
Toxic
Probably 'cause I know I got options
Bad girls easy,
dies by this disease
In record numbers indeed
Got momma's crying out please
My baby hold on
My child ain't done nothing wrong
Still I want to holler
Ask
shout-out to my man
MC Homicide and DJ Fatal!
Twin one and two my man Milk!
My man Fred Dawg, the O.G.B. crew!
Y'all know how we flow
And I'm a drop it like
on the flame, they gon' remember the name
They robbin' boys for the chain, I got Goyard by the sack
I got the boof by the pack, I fucked your boo in her back
to kill, just give me the word
Read a lot, I say a prayer because it mean a lot
Killin' niggas by landslide and never even out
Homicides all in my eyes
but your one and only's employed by the streets should've second-guessed where you were, investing joy
F4F is the only thing to rely on my boy
She said
Fuck out my ends, getting a tan
Hatching a plan like i did it again
Not making amends, i feel like a villain
I'm here for the women not really to chat
Im
sound
Ounce by ounce and pound for pound
Got the shit that's out of bounds
The beat's on time and I hope you feel
Nice and complete like a happy meal
a fuckin' hoe
I get my videos shot by Hoodstar
They know I'm a Hood star
If I pull the stick out, you get shot
Bitch, I'ma shooting star
Swear it was lonely
Boy]
I was sittin in the front just watchin videos
Readin my magazine, my Vibe magazine, yeah
I coulda sworn that I turned my damn 2-Way off
But damn
New York City
Ever since I used my man I moved to Jersey
But realistically, God, could of called me early
'Cause I got a big bop I'm wanted by
Nuh boy cyah let mi run leff my place
Draw me out like you think me ah Nike lace
Dem ends woulda shelly like rice grains
When mi gi him ah homepage
and day
The righteous way
By speaking truth to my bias face
At my essence I'm a judge, I got to light my way
Corona, Queens on my face say, fuck out my way
"Boy, ain't you got any other songs than these?"
I go walkin' after midnight, goin' where the lonely go
I got heartaches by the number, hear that
Staring out my window
I'm thinking the sun, sets too quick
Watching the kids drink
Sat on the brick
Yeah they'll be hungover, by sunrise
But at least
of the world say
I'm gon' ball 'til I fall out
And I don't hold back shit, I go all out
Big money, fast livin', what your boy about
Broadcast, so I'm spendin'
feelin' trapped, can't even head up
the mall coz every lady's half-dressed temptin' him to lust and fall
He keep the TV off, videos just make him feel
Ain't no one said, "keep your chin up," I got jumped and kept my chin up
Had a white boy as a friend the only way I'm eatin' dinner
Not by choice but I
They swear that they know me
I swear that they don't tho
I got a bitch out in Cabo want me to hop on the plane she gon deep throat
Bands in my pants
Mentally chemically imbalanced millennials
Stimulated by ass shaking in music videos
How can we expect our children to reach their pinnacle
Instead of being
[ INTRO: Chris Rock ]
...All this ill shit
This fuckin Sir Mix-A-Lot shit
What the fuck is this shit?
See the shit's video?
'PUT IT ON THE GLASS!'
And aint no prick here can hold me
Money slicker than gold teeth
Pouring like nose bleeds
Ya dig
Im a hot boy
Jewels out rock boy
Looking for to pop raw
Her
say I'm going at you it's a given when I spit it
So niggas talk out the ass amongst those who live it
So niggas get money bounce from the hood you
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