Lyrics:
trigger's aimin' right at your chest
By the time you figure out that she gave you the runaround
You won't know where she's at
She's a tumbleweed blowin' in
what you are
Boy, don't try to front
I know just what you are
You say I'm crazy
I got your crazy
You're nothin' but a
Womanizer
Daddy-O
You got
day
To fall in love with any boy they see
You're a sight of utmost beauty
Utmost strength and utmost loyalty
So I'll sit here and drink all night
so love-ely
It sound so viciously
When the thump in the trunk go, bump, bump, bump
Everybody put your hands to the motherfucking center
Baby girl
And you wait for her to call
You put your girl up on a pedestal
Then you wait for her to fall
I put my summers back in a letter
And I hide it from
sick of you little girl and boy groups
All you do is annoy me, so I have been sent here to destroy you
And there's a million of us just like me
Who
Frayser Boy album, "Me Being Me"
Came out a couple of months ago, so get that, with that single
The hit, "I Got That Drank" on it, it's goin' down
Comin'
we took it all around the world
I got fans in retirement homes, to teenagers, to little bitty boys ans girls
Droppin' lyrical bombs up in ya' hood,
to switch the hue 'cause them LA boys smuggy
But more likely to get hurt by somebody who love me
My lady, she don't trust me (nah), know I'm a sick puppy
'Til your speakers crap out, huh, what?
Girl, you got a hot butt like a lit cigarette (chig-chigga-ret-ret)
But you won't get a hot fudge sundae from
And when your feet cold, mines is sizzlin'
It's plain to see, niggas can't fuck with me
'Cause I'm a be that nigga for life
This is not an image, this is
to stop by and check us out sometime
He looked at me like I'm out my mind
Shook his head like, "White boys don't know how to rhyme"
I spit out a line
I've felt I can't recall
Was I jumping from the rafters
When my buddies broke my fall?
By the end of the night
We'd be flying or crying
Talking
dog and soulja boy, told ya boy in your mouth,
Make it bang, make it bounce, break it up take it out,
Nigga what you talking about, Snoop Dogg walk it
trying to rearrange other artist
Street dates, in fear of a wipe out in retail inter chart movement
Although no one knows the exact cause of the new album
and south looked west
But the evening star was sleeping
And the daylight wouldn't rest
Out on the killing floor
The red sun on the the hill
Shinin' down
(Again)
Plus, when (when) you give it up so easy you ain't even foolin' him (him)
If you did it then, then you'd probably- again (again)
Talking out your
Let me tell you a story
About a girl and a boy
He fell in love with his best friend when she's around,
He feels nothing but joy
But she was already
of jeopardy
And they sat out in the evening
And they watched the sun go down
And everything they did
They were livin' on the outside of town
Well the time
like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem (true)
If findin' somebody real is your fuckin' problem (yeah)
Bring your girls to the crib, maybe we can solve
break in your home
And take this specifics and meanwhile the bitch is on vacation with him so she don't get blamed
We don't snatch chains, we find out
(Brrt, brrt) Three ninety two, switch it out with the cat
I count a million right here on my lap
Bought a new Spider then take off the plastic
I
and died
Well, she took me by the ear
And said, what do you want to hear, boy
You want to hear those crazy old lies
I said nothing you can say girl
hit
Steady Mobbin' 'cause the flavor's good
There goes the neighborhood
Nigga with the third album how come he don't fall off?
Rolling with
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