Lyrics:
Do you think you have to act
Like you're someone else with me
Like a cover girl
Or a barbie doll
Or a beauty queen
You'll be gone when I wake
His name was Earl
And you could tell by his girl
That he liked to hit women
I figured she'd leave him
Cause she had all the reasons
“You’re a vital part of this company. We’re a family here”
“Uhmmm…Kaya ba E.O.D.?”
{Chorus 1: Earl}
I hate that I need you
Can’t get a hold of me
I just
but two, I face menage
No hands involved
Mommy would rather give a mouth massage
General, you can call me the sargeant
$745, five percent tip
I know I'm
Your problems by becoming rich)
Shit, aye bruh wussup?
See that white van parked outside
The trap over there? Fuck
Fools look like jump out fuck that is?
like trick dices
Stickin’ and movin and movin’
And stickin’ the prices
Uppin’ the ante before I'm a antique
Can promise you hear me clear
Even if you eat
past this light, just past Van Dyke
Better hit that map right, read them directions, oh yeah
You can't read and you can't write, told me that last night
You look just like Mona Lisa, baby
Have you got something up your sleeve?
You got your arms folded and your legs propped up
Oh, I must say, you
(Young Money) (boy)
With your girl she tryna jerk me (Gangsta) (Young Money)
Drop it to the floor, make that dick shake
My homegirls slurp it like
watchin' hoes, with lots of flesh exposed
Getting swarmed by those type of niggas
With no game but brown-nose
So I impose only like pros can
"Yo, is this
groove on
And now you see me jiggy, you puzzled
He ain't sellin' no records
Is he? That nigga gotta hustle
Huh, you bet your guns, by any means
I get my
lipstick
That's the one I gotta get with
Can I get wit'cha, can I get wit'cha
Can I get wit'cha, can I get wit'cha
"Why you wanna get with me
[Young Chris]
A memory attached, rest in peace Auntie
Rest in peace to you faggots that ain't standing behind me
Banana clips for you monkey, n-ggers
so you can style all these sneakers (well follow dis)
[Verse 3:]
in the hood wake up to the hammer noise,
sound like the work of my jerks
lipstick
That's the one I gotta get with
Can I get wit'cha, can I get wit'cha
Can I get wit'cha, can I get wit'cha
"Why you wanna get with me
cap
Jerk so hard
My Vans look like Rocky
My bitch eat the dick up
Like she at Saki
If you test me
You lose teeth
Like we playing hockey
Slide
full
Pull a broad like a dyke bull on a long bid
You're messin with the wrong kids Michael
It ain't Jack-son
For him to flip scripts like camera, action
so you can style all these sneakers (well follow dis)
[Verse 3:]
in the hood wake up to the hammer noise,
sound like the work of my jerks
Kitty, do you have a party line?
Well, let me tell you all something
I'm hot tonight like dynamite
So I know I can keep that man
When it comes
me from a pogo, I'm going fucking loco
"Hey Tyler can I" no, bitch, don't you see me tryna buy a fucking churro?
"But Tyler, you're my hero, I used
I always thought it was you
You always thought it was me
We always thought we were it
Seemed like a real perfect fit
Those Brooklyn nights set us
down
Like 'face said, last of a dying breed
For stomach and I feed still trying to eat
Lead by greed that's when you fuck up
Why y'all niggas gonna
watchin' hoes, with lots of flesh exposed
Getting swarmed by those type of niggas
With no game but brown-nose
So I impose only like pros can
"Yo, is this
to pay me before I die
So bob your sweet head
Brother Ziggy going to play
I'm just about the best you can hear
Gonna rock it in your head
Shazam
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