Lyrics:
fuck him
I don't play, real quick I'll zip him
In the car, it's just me and Cee Bo 'nem
In the van, that's Babyjoe 'nem
(Brrrr-a-caca) what the fuck
bitch to my right, I'm employed by the reaper
Push her panties to the side, brace yourself I'm going deeper
Make her cum in my ride, looks like she got
Anyway, so, I dedicated this song sort of to her because of the curiosity that was aroused in my mind by these two things happening at once. And it goes
the pain
The monkey on her back is now a gorilla
Fiending for a hit knowing one day it's goin' kill her
The clinic didn't help (nope) she just another
what is love without lust?
Two hearts with accurate devotions
And what are feelings without emotions?
[Chorus (2x):]
I'm going in for the kill
I'm doing
money stacks with Cee Lo
Birdman is my homie
Busta Rhymes is my brodie
I don't trust these bitches
Carryin' monsters like they Cody
Say I'm trill if they
to kill with a smoking gun (with a smoking gun)
Yo Shawty is courageous
Going through the stages
Of where her body is more mature
Than her age is
Far
cee-lo, or play a game of craps?
Matter fact, Shane, ring the intercom
And see if you can get ten dollars from my moms
Tell her to throw it out
I know a man whose plow handle hand
Is quicker than a light
Wes Hardin is his name
They say he travels in the night
For he might have to kill
it ain't me though
Lookin' for a husband
You know it ain't me hoe
Tryna get the green but no it ain't Cee-Lo
Stuntin' is a habit
Diamond carrot like
the pain
The monkey on her back is now a gorilla
Fiending for a hit knowing one day it's goin' kill her
The clinic didn't help (nope) she just another
close
Cuz' we shooting shots like freethrows
Money coming three ways like Cee Lo (three)
I can, I can, I can
I will, I am gon' count out them bands
Tell me money matter haa wale Myson
Reemah free man live man
Oro owo lo ba miiii you can’t come and kill man ode le wa kobamiiI
Maronu joy is
much older than I
Ha Ha! I'll kill you
Dearie, do you remember how they
Loved Harry Lauder's act
My wasn't the Palace packed
Jenny Lind
He say he OG, but he faker
Than a Whole Foods
Smoking that CeeLo Green
On a different altitude
An interlude,
For these unknowns
Showing y'all gratitude
know
Stay with the green like Cee-Lo
Got a lock on my heart, no key though
She said she like Do-si-dos
When I'm off that bitch, I see dos
Chip on her
Cee-Lo Green (Sugar Lo)
Twista, it gets no better baby!
[Chorus: x2]
Hey, you a trapper's delight
You're an actor's delight, you a rapper's delight
Yeah
Cut it up, gimme a light
Yeah, and by the way, nigga
It's Young Mula
First Lady
Uh, yo, yo
Let us begin with a bad lil' specimen
Like a game a cee-lo
Fulfilling your dreams on the
Streets like nino
Brown, the whole town be shook up
And me and momma surviving depends on how
Many
chips up on the table like Casino
Ballin like I'm CeeLo
And i know that your all for it
Cause you know i pulled up in that new foreign
Show me what you
this thing legal
She gave me head crack and I ain't talkin bout cee-lo
I hit her same day man that's word on ma people
[Chorus]
Shortie wanna ride
I come from the city where we all get litty
I'm feeling myself sit in self pity
I'm bopping like Diddy
Get green like I'm CeeLo
But I'm from the Chi
it's going to kill off the soul
A bum said it's going to kill the whole wide world
Death is on the tip of her tongue and
Danger's at the tip of her
maneuver with the Ruger
Look, I gotta win
By any means, I'm a 7 or 11
Trip'-6 or a Cee-Lo
You ain't hear that from me though
My occupation's Operation "Get
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