Lyrics:
We're gonna make the stars come out tonight
So why don't you reload reload re reload the music
Reload reload re reload the music
Just throw those
Baby youssa thottie, I can't cuff you
See you in the club, ima dub you
Take ya name off of my schedule
Me and gang sippin' lean out the kettle
If he
that, only hope so I teach that
Co-signed by that boy Lecrae
So I guess you say that I Reached that
I'ma try to live what I talk about
Until they pit my
fuck bitches by the group I get money by the pound
French Montana on these niggas ch-ch-ch-ch-chop 'em down
Every time I'm in the club these niggas is
the only trickster in the deck?
With your heart, can you hear through illusions?
Cut through the veil to see your light
Verse:
Eyes of black, deep yet kind
jean Versace that u smell
U was raised by a good woman I can tell
Smoke the best grown with the white ashes
Used to want the retros now its White Aston’s
I'm commin' from
'Cause if you from the streets you got to get the job done
Commin' up in dem streets ain't no easy task
Only a nigga with nuts
lose
I can tell by the way you dress you been having probelms with yo ex
I been tryna get you in the jag baby that's a fact
Nigga is A mess reason why
all these model thots only time will tell
Man I thought I prolly die or be in county jail
You know im blessed I made it out was supposed to fail
Cus
you virginity was the night it took your mind
They said that you were pretty then,
In the mirror now you see this worn and greasy slut
Ch: We only
It's splittin' motherfuckers by the seams
My grandaddy Mr. are-15
Said he was my only family
Shoot straight, and please don't jam me
My own Glock
(aw yeah, huh)
(UH!) One-two, one-two...
Oh my God! Tone-Loc, where you been?
Oh, he back in the studio! HO-OH-oh-oh [*laughs*]
Oh
how you go from Baby Bash to Baby Boy?
Niggas don't play by the rules no more
Gotta realize what the movement's for
Full potential need to find your
yet, baby, so who the hell sent me
Yeah, 2Cold, baby, you and me
One on one
Break me off
Surf walk
Tell the club owner I'm back again
I swear I only had
me put you through a couple hypothetical's
Sure
In a club and a couple niggas threaten you
Uh, I wouldn't do shit
And I don't even get what that got
Somewhat like a monk you don't give a fuck
Love is but a myth and cupid's 'gettin sacked
We a unique few like trail mix with the nuts 'lackin
It's not hooey
tricking off in your city
Why go to the strip club if all you gone see is titties
How can I dedicate time to woman that isn't with me
They here when you
When you call me I get so excited I don't pick up
'Cause as you talk to me I get so nervous that I mix up
All my words, all my, all my words, all
And I just saw some shit that you wouldn't believe
With this bomb, baby palm, ain't no tricks up my sleeve
Let me slide up in this mix, get some chicks
Yeah Girl I heard all about you
You got a reputation I don’t mind it tho
Mix some liquor with my drank
You know we only blow a grade
You too young
from, don't gotta freeload off a region
I deebo all the seasons, snakes and leaches only feedin'
Speeding till you crash and burn
Reckless in this white
Yea yea, I can't fuck wit none of you niggas (No I can't fuck with y'all)
I can't fuck wit none of you bitches (No no no no)
Ima continue countin'
the rooms no longer so consumed by DOOM
I bloom these thoughts that started out as seeds
It precedes these needs to help me succeed
Mix these beats with
You know sex 'em up a little bit
You know what I mean?
You're the honey that I see when I'm riding by
The one giving me a feeling that I can't deny
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