Lyrics:
dress, birthday dress)
Look
Girl you fine
I'd be lyin'
If I said I wasn't tryna strip you down
Can we get away? Lemme take you 'round
On my Chris Brown
shit
But yo ain't none of them runnin' up
I'm gunnin' up the next nigga is feelin' buck shots
I thought you niggas knew
I'm finna smoke that nigga
on the block lyin'
You get yo' ass whoopped on the net, you a pop icon
I spaz like I got the right rhyme
I flash like I shot Nikon
I call my motherfuckin' man my
Regular Degular
Hook
Yo the boy sick like flu game
And kick fire like lui Lang
Fuck me a baddie like two thangs
Can’t get with it cause you lame
a hoe sail
Diabolical astronomical quiet down hoe fuck you lyin for
Slow it down get low now you fuckin with a nigga its dog town
Pounding cheeks left
a fuck about a hater cause I'm back in round two
Now that is what it do, now tell me who is you
Only Benjamin alive so you better show yo' use
See We
'cause I'm comin' for you
Cruisin' in the Bui' goin' 90 on the interstate
Trooper on the left when passin' by I met his dirty gaze
Hope he ain't be peakin'
who claim that they hard as metal
Stop lyin' like your creator is japedo,
Look yo' nose growin' in my business,
Phumula mafinitha, Sanza ally opp and I
You ever had a piece of pussy man,
That be on your mind like money?
(Yo like for real doe) like money?
Good joule, good joule, ha ha ha
Fosho fosho
round wit dem bangers tuck
We some animals aint no taming us
Niggas switching sides man thats lame as fuck
I told you I trust you but girl I was lyin
I
on my motherfuckin' hat
I be gettin' famous, famous
Fuckin' bitches with no condom on
So, get my HIV and my HID
And I hope you know, bitch
That it burn
finesse (Now how we go?)
I 'm blessed by Allah Almighty
Teaching class daily plus I'm writtin' rhymes nightly
Mad MCs be lyin' everyday
They
Or bring your Baby by your Mama and then we gone shoppin',
I got'cha rockin' knickerbockers in the summertime,
I'm lovin' how you smell in Chanel number
go getta for sure, let’s get this paper
Tell me what is all the talkin’ for? what’s the talkin’ for?
'Cause I connect anywhere that I go, you see me
woah yea woah
Baby I'm on my grind
Baby get off my time
She not on my mind
But sometimes I'm lyin
You know I'm in my side
Baby the grass is greener
Yeah, big 4 9, big 4 god
5 0 4 0 4
Anytime the shot was fired, you know we shot back
Free the fuckin woe they got me my niggas on high max
If he
her peakin'
You don't need to trip I'll have her home by the weekend
Tonight I'm feelin good I'm thinking that I just might get Some
Pussy in my face I
the come up and dats on my momma(On Tina)
Double G, it's Global Gang Motherfucker(G-G)
Take yo ass to the sto if you want you a sucka(To the store)
standing
multiple
I ain't lyin' you see the prophecy in my eyes
Gra, bow, bow, bow, gldra
school, kick in the door to the trap
Buss off a perc think I need a lil' nap, Treat 'em like Ricky get hit in your back
These bitches be lyin' go check
yeah I'm so excited
Ask around if you think I'm fuckin lyin
Had to spit a verse on the fuckin mic
Kill you with my sword I'm feelin like I'm Ike
Yo bitch
his top, turn his face into a donut
You lyin' to yourself if you sayin' you don't know us Fuck around and drop a tape, and have city go nuts
Me
you now
Nah, I'm up now
You on my dick! Yo, Alexa! Alexa
She on my dick cause I'm up now
It's colder than a motherfucka out this bitch, man
I ain't
my go (ay)
Why the fuck you niggas think I'm lyin' for?
Baby, come and catch a vibe with me (ay)
She on time with me (ay)
Every nigga with me
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