Lyrics:
Yo, let's go, L3, let's go Why they hit my phone say they wantin' a feat
If you not with the gang gotta pay you a fee If you not with the bros gotta
ourselves caught up in
The same mindless clicks
The same high school shit
All the walls you scream about breaking down
I've watched you build brick by
ourselves caught up in
The same mindless clicks
The same high school shit
All the walls you scream about breaking down
I've watched you build brick by
Three weeks you lived next door and only now just
Thought to float your head around, ask me what's up
All the puzzle pieces laid out in the street
the park, picnic in the basket
Simple but fun, I ain’t gonna mask it
Date number 3, it’s time to lock it down
Real talk back and forth is the only sound
the trails all by himself cause
Don't nobody else ever care to tag a long
So he grabs the bong and he's out the door
Scrolling through his ipod
Listening
Stripping under street lights
I see like three dykes tripping
Can I see right?
Bug on me linger
I feel a tug and I tingle
Like hoe
Like no that
i dont realy know what to do and i dont realy know
what to say. three days go by without a word or hey
cant help to assume that its something i said
and stare.
Never intimidated, she'd never back down. For her, these streets were sacred grounds.
She's the pillar in every village, every community, every
use a invoice if you talkin' to us
Yall niggas sound awful to us, your mixtape's a blue waffle to us
Make sure the door on your party is shut, we comin'
Fin at the door
Posted up with Graveem1nd
We hop in the truck
We gon' have to shoot you down
Glocky going up if you look me in my eyes
I don't really
*****z long when you called me to the door
I turn to leave and all your friends then they talk behind my back again
I'm bout to do a smack again, have
time and
You're just being a nuisance
And you knew this
Long before you came up toting
Your three-song cassette demo
Enthusiastics on promote
Showboating
when she starts trippin
keep them kilos flippin Dayton's dipin
We can expand by a little land
hand the dope game down to the next man
Buy a little
gravy, but I want right to the throne
Cause rather reggae, R&B or rap I write to the song
Oh jiggy bitches ain't nothing to me, I slap them down
Real
you came, I think it's by time you swang
And do your thing everything gon' be okay, everything gon' be okay
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Now baby how you
to work my body
He really taught me how to go down south
He really really tried to hurt me hurt me
I really love his thug and gangsta style
Yo we got
to work my body
He really taught me how to go down south
He really really tried to hurt me hurt me
I really love his thug and gangsta style
Yo we got
One and one and one is three and you and me is all I need
Singing songs, drawing cocks, picking locks to locked doors
Find deflated hearts, and pump
day I'd watch them beauties roll by
And sometimes I'd hang my head and cry
'Cause I always wanted me one that was long and black.
One day I
) and down the stairs
Steps by step, your wings at the door
Here comes the ecstasy here comes the reason we
Come to be to be or not to be
Here come
Headstrong as a boy I was so scared
Came way up from the down low
Press play on the songs hit the download
Reload get low cuz they unload
So worried I
get off the flo'
Mane
I heard yo song by the way, it was so lame
Glock in my hand
Bout to tote at yo' whole gang
Swerve in the cat, I be deepin' in two
get off the flo
Mane
I heard yo song by the way, it was so lame
Grrah, grrah ended up on his whole gang
I do not know that fuck boy, he a no name
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