Lyrics:
She been givin' me that look
Might as well put some money on a nigga books
'Cause I know
I'm gettin' locked up
I know I'm gettin' locked up, body
She's gettin' ghetto up in here
She's gettin' ghetto up in here
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
She be like, "One Mississippi, two Mississippi rock
the crib, keep the shit so Art Deco
Another one, it's another dubplate special
I make her feel so good that she can't say no
Uh, gettin' wasted at my rap
molly, rollin like rock
She stuk her face in my crotch
I be on them hoes like Brock
I ride solo by myself
Cuz i know these niggas gon plot
Got yo lil hot
right
Now like I'm Trump (yeah)
Four by four when I pull up in truck
(Pull up)
Lil' nigga ain't gettin' to the money
Just shut up (Shh)
When I walk in
fly you to an island
Have sex on the beach
And I got her on her knees
And she suckin like a leech?
Like damn, bitch come rock with us
We can get into
Yeah, I'm that youngin' from the projects
Stolen cars, but I'm gettin' money now
So I bought a Jag
She want me to love her, eat that pussy good
Slide
Aye Smokin da pain away
Hit em point blank but I still hit a Fade away
Told shawty when she talk to me juss look me in my eyes and do not gaze away
When I was young, Mama played a guitar
A microphone and she said I'd go far
She said, "Just keep all the lyrics hardcore"
Listen to my talk
When I was young, Mama bought me a guitar
A microphone and she said I'd go far
She said, "Just keep it raw, the lyrics hardcore"
Listen to my talk
shots fly
Im on that car
When it ride by
Hop in that car
And go slide cha-cha
Ill bake yo shit
Like a pot-pie
Start throwin them shits
Pop rocks
Pull up
the gang, ain't no rats in my circle
Not goin' down bad, don't care what you heard
(Don't care)
She got them bags, you can get served
Opps gettin' mad, we
and my bros gettin cheddar reelin' side by side side by side (let's go)
I just chopped the chicken, put it in a bezel (put it in a bezel)
Caterpillar
a rock, and I copped the shit for the pendant
She hate it when I get that attention from other women
But she hate it even more when I turn around and I give
Back by popular demand
Dope pound gangsta feel
Want a real DJ, with a OGA
A bitch is a bitch, whether she poor or rich
She still gettin' a gang
But I gotta stop my boy from gettin' played
No No No
I don't wanna know it
She got him where she want him
And he's too lost to know it (know it)
It's
Yeah, he go by the name of I Dub, straight from Scottsdale where the rock sell
And we Disturbing tha Peace, four years strong and still just gettin
swoop Rich Homie
Done tore her down
Plus she wanna fuck me cause I order
Up the ones by the motherfuckin' pound
Plus just chase after the motherfuckin'
and bitch you gettin’ flipped
Bitch you gettin’ flipped yeah
Wocka Flocka rock
Dressin’ tip top up on your block
Sprayin’ with a Glock
I will never stop
Make
by the nuts and tried to take my sausage as a hostage
Ain't it obvious? Pretty much a no brainer, or should I say Cobainer?
That she's plain addicted
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And everybody watchin' when the whips pass by
Now watch the watch how it dance, while I thumb through the bands
Sellin' rocks in my trap, got beaucoup racks in
East coast grumpy hoes
And my west coast girl got her own condo
Got me 'bout to buy a
Crib by the Hollywood O, oh
It's - that nigga they be checkin' for
him so
He's a freak of nature
But we let him go
I got stopped by a lady cop
In my automobile
She said get out and spead your legs
And then she
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