Lyrics:
that boy back home.
Maybe that's just better.
If you want you can sleep over.
We're good guys but we can't be good every night.
We're good guys but
he's a ruffneck so that's alright
Triple o baldie under the hood
Makin' noise with the boys up to no good
C-low on the down low cops come around so
Uh
Let's get up & go crazy aye
Uh, aye
Rolling round
With a bitch
Aye
My car goes One-Eighty
Getting my dick sucked by a lady
In the front seat I
Yeah Yeah Cassidy and I ain't
In no mutha fucking gang but I'm a mutha
Fucking gangster real rap
I'mma G boy get smoke by P boy
Coke by the key boy
on our feet
Say mami, you look good, mami, you're so fly
You need a D-Boy, come over here and get superfly
Have you ever seen the thug in the club
I wanted to see what the world had to offer but
I'd already been offered the world, yeah
I'd fought the monster and gotten the girl, yeah
But then my
I'm lonely
Don't you trust me aren't I the only one
As the months go by
Hop on the train of love girl we're on our way
Look into my eyes
You know what
This is my life
When I hop on stage they all wanna talk
One by one, they all on my jock
Stop! Don't be mad
Which one of you is coming to my pad?
heartaches what you bound to get
Give me one shot, let a ball quit
Imma kill it girl,
Full clip you wearing all white, I'm in all black
We standing by
up by your side (Side)
Damn I wish I saw the signs
You didn't even think twice
I guess I wasn't good enough to be the only girl in your life
Is it love
you work out, gotta get it right back
I trap by day boy, rap by night,
C-Bone in this Bitch College Park trump tight
[Hook]
[T-Mo Goodie]
I'm pimp
The Devil picked me up today
He said come on boy, it's time to play
We got places to go and people to see
He said step in my convertible
It is
There was a lot of rocking going on that night
Cruising time for the young bright lights
Just down past the gasworks, by the meat factory door
Money, Money, money, money
Imitating Mr howell jim Backus
"Hey Gilligan, my boy success is the word!"
I'm going to travel by jet
To the south
got some good taste, uh, wait
I ain't chasing my liquor, so tell what, who I would chase
Now she rockin' Celine on her, uh
Yeah, I cop by the P, I
your girl an dyoug et a big kiss
gotta say, it doesnt get better
better thank the good Lord on a day like this
Aww
Life, life, life
Its wild
When Daddy barbequed on Sunday
And Livin' life was just so easy
Those were the good ol' days
I still like fresh sweats, dreads and Adidas
Boy, I
the fliest one of all?)
Do ya thang, girl, fuck what they lookin' at
We, the dogs gettin' chased by the pussycat
West Coast baby, with so much gravy
You
The nights that had to end for good, still not understood, by the girls and boys
Carefree in their actions as for morals they had none
When the girls were
Vogue, with your skin out
City of sin, it's a pity on the wind
Good girls gone bad, the city's filled with them
Mommy took a bus trip, now she got her
There's a Halloween party, just for you!
With tricks and treats, we'll make some noise,
Costumes and candy, for the girls and boys.
It's night
Girl, we gon' get up on the flo'
And break it down, you know
Those other boys ain't right
They out of sight, not your type
What's good, baby
I'm
to fight for the Great British flag that was waved by their thousands ashore
Waving farewell, the girls bare it all and pull up their jumpers and skirts
getting there, Step by step by step by step by
Eat that pussy up like a piranha
Drippin, I'm drippin', I'm drippin' designer
I want a girl who go brazzy she
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