Lyrics:
he makes the party Boing, Boing
Bob Digi makes the party Boing, Boing
[Mr. Tibbs]
I'm a country man at heart but a city man by nature
'cause even
down, hands down
Hold ground by yo' side when it go down, I dedicate this next dart
To my fucking heart
Little Meth he the best part, now walk with
she ain't what I need
I just wanna make her wait for my seed
My baby daddy he a deadbeat
It kinda fuck with me heavy
Yeah it kinda fuck with my feelings
something really beautiful, although I must confess to being baffled
W she got knocked up.
Thing-fish:
Well, if de trufe be told, it were de father o' de boy
I'll give you the elbow
If you play with me money, I'll give you this Shell bro
Oh well though, SpongeBob got the jail flow
And I don't mess around, just
butterfly emoji hold me down and all my babies them (yeah)
Purple demon face one push away, he got the K on him
I broke bread instead of watchin', break
look up
Aye, aye 100 shots if he don’t die
Then he got good luck
These ni--as aint gonna to come forreal
I’m cooling got my foot up
Got some racks
Betty
Her pussy got wet and it smelled like death
I was tired as hell, I was drippin' sweat
But I was all up in her tryin' to hold my breath
Bake
the bud, and spendin' a hundred for every dub.
What he got in his hand? I'm at it again,
But I really can't stand a lunatic plan. Work it.
[Chorus]
Betty
Her pussy got wet and it smelled like death
I was tired as hell, I was drippin' sweat
But I was all up in her tryin' to hold my breath
Bake
(1st Verse)
I was kicking it
With this chick for a minute
She picked me to hit it
Real stiffly I sitted
He spit
Then we quit it
Then I told her
always planned
To grow the smallest vegetables in
All the kingdom's land
"They're poor," he said "but happy and
Well that's what really counts"
And every
and Infamous
Rep the hood for you and yours, no doubt, crash the boards
And you don't really wanna go against the source
Do our thing, hold it down, we got
hood, Shake for ya baby daddy
Twerk for that n**** who got you pregnant in the Caddy
Slide with the KY, Hold up ???
My b**** got thong, You b**** got
got a trampoline in my room
Damn
Two, Three, Four
Hold your fuckin' horses
Niggas really fuckin' thought that T lost it
Like I'm better
got wet and it smelled like death
I was tired as hell, I was drippin' sweat
But I was all up in her tryin' to hold my breath
Bake and shake us, I met
from black and the gray, from
Choking a bitch to smacking her face, from
Stacking up bodies to
Racking AKs up, from
Racking up hits to
Stacking them
the doctor flex his biceps
Then he picked up a pair of forceps
Her pretty face showed fright
Right then and there, she fainted
A really grim picture is
from Bahamas
Only thing he want is honor
Trying to give back to momma and pop
Though the world cold got to heat up like saunas
They want it delivering it
give you anything you need multiplied by ten
I heard he moved to a place where the time don't end
You don't need money, all you got is time to spend
And I realize momma really paid the price
She nearly gave her life, to raise me right (oh, yeah)
And all I had to give her was my pipe dream (yeah,
curves (oh yeah)
Don't be mad you got some nerve
You gotta feel like he really wanna get it
If he with it then you get em and go, go
Just put it
umbrella, yeah
Mama hold her head and cry
'Cause her son had been shot down by police and died
"Oh why? Oh why?", is what she cry, she cry
Mama hold her
you're dead
You've been out of line
You're beside yourself
You can't come around, got that beam all-red
Caught my nigga B, he would
Rob for that bread,
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