Lyrics:
it on ya! Like that
Shorty get down! Get down!
Uh, you know how I like it!
Baby lick it, don't bite it!
Damn girl, that's the shit now! Shit now!
the heavens
That glow of yours
Is art
Ex was a disaster
You a master piece
Men wait in line
Just to get a piece
Let me hold you
Yet and still
Provide for ya
don't know what that's bout (Nah, nah)
Man down
Man down
Man down (Man down)
(Yah)
Like, I'm tryna get it indefinite (Yah)
All of my brothers be telling
just another crazy clique, doing whatever to get us by
When we pumped up, you out of luck, bitch, I ain't gon' lie
Put your guards up, show them who
in
And then we'll do the changing
The world's now such an evil place, love
Don't let it define you
Looking down from heaven
Oh, don't let deception
chase ya
Sweetheart ignore them haters
Lets have some fun
Bittys got me on the run
Come on girl get this paper
Chorus:
Well honey
I got a lot money
tip
That's what I get for trying to be a lover
But never judge a book, by the damm cover
I'm not dissing, and I don't like fishing
But next time, I want
niggas told me 'get your paper up'
You work hard for what you got
They could never take it from you
All you need is a little patience
Let me demonstrate
move your body right
Move it so right
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up
Lets get down tonight
Might have a future, might talk slick then I might have
a minute I don't like it in here
Hey wait a minute let me out of here
Let there's dead bodies in here
There's dead bodies in here
I don't like it
Put it in a song I don't know how to feel so fuck it damn
Drink by myself I don't know how to feel I can't slow down
Put it in a song I don't know how
you know
Baby planting That seed so
You can grow baby
I'm tryna get that rolls Put
Them diamonds on ya leave
Ya froze In other words i know
You shining
Get a hunnid, then get on with ya life
I know I won't hit Heaven with my ice!
Let's go!
Throw it up, Holiday Season!
Throw it
Throw it up!
Holiday
not them… Aye!
Cant nobody do you like me
And cant nobody do it like me, no
And don't go frontin', you was searching through ya options
Had to let you
don't make a sound
Know he got a yung nigga back
Make sure I got a bigger strap
Talk and get klapped
Friendly ass niggas wanna dap
Them niggas kant get
the Lex'
Seven figures, nigga, got it on his neck
I get exclusive Nikes with the light-up checks
Still scared to get indicted for the white investments (I
Ken sending yall a message
Hoping praying that you get it
Ken sending yall a wave
I don’t do the talking
I don’t do the press
Keep my name outta dirt
I'm the typa nigga
Tell a bitch shut up get some money figures
Rollin up my blunts by the 2
California swishers
Put some colors on my glock
Paint em
you can swear you in love
Take drugs
Getting fucked up
Call me Three in the morning trying to get picked up
Smoke a blunt
Let me hit some
Rats don't
get Ta-hoes
Haters all in my face, can't see, blindfold
? on my feet, blew right by folks
Stuntin' on sucker niggas is what
I was designed for
Dead
Yea uh huh pull up so we could torch niggas
Yea uh huh tell them niggas to run it up
You don't gangbang by that gangway slang the same things but my
have been ripped away from me
And if the feelings start to come in I've learned to stop them fast
'cause I don't know if I let em go they might not wanna
ooh)
This is how we land it, right here in Atlanta
Southside, David Banner (yeah)
We don't wanna
(Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah)
We don't wanna get into
Crazy as a loon
He throw us all in jail
For carryin' harpoons
Ah me I busted out
Don't even ask me how
I went to get some help
I walked by
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