Lyrics:
linger in my mind sometime
I'm scared so I mix it with a lot of love
She stay in my heart she feeling like a drug
I hope that they don't come for me
I see
on her grill
Then its back to the hotel and chill
[Chorus]
Ma I give you the rush
Damn ma, ya lil outfit got my third hand high
And I need ya
vicing on this beer
To make the pain disappear
I'm standing in this vacant lot
Waiting for you to come back home
I'm standing in this vacant lot
And now
mess
First 18 did it alright
Took two years now you not right
I know a life like this takes time
That's why you always got a place in my mind
Back in
It's so good to have you back
To provide us all with that bass
Especially after you finish cookin' that bass
I always been a hungry nigga
The type
Eazy
Front seat big enough to play Parcheesi
Vinyl seat, in the sun it's burnin' hot
Speakers bumpin' to Sir Mix-a-Lot
I got the fastest Camaro in
couldn't get them back then
The Redeemer
Father our God
We're truly amazed
By the greatness you are
I might not understand all the details and the plot
I got a brand new car
I got a jazz guitar
Welcome, everybody
Thank you a lot for coming, it means a lot to me
Steady out with my knee, plenty
Something like that ah
Are we to messed up to make it stick
Can we really get by
See we got ta get back to
Way way when you
Used to call me to
Say say love
with a lot of money and she like when I stuff with cash, she like when I fuck from the back,
She keep telling me cum on her ass, OH WcIT baby you moving
I come with the talk
She come with punch and a kick
Now I'm all by myself
Whip a pound of the brick
Get the brick on a bike
The brick fall out
Future in the club, poppin bands on them hoes
Go ahead Gucci Mane, toss some grands on the floor
I'm gettin a table dance by a fine ass ho
Got me coming
and A train
Now I got 6 homes, 10 cars, 8 names
I might be Charles Johnson, John Bronson
Oscar Martinez, Omar Swanson
And don't front, I'm jingelin baby
Way back when it was shirts versus skins I had my mindset set on a Benz
Took a lot of losses on my way to get N’s I ain’t trip on ‘em took ‘em
said she likes my car
I said take a ride
So we flipped up the doors on the Contach
But gettin' in a Lamborgini is hard
So I grabbed baby girl by
and the Son
I want the whole world and my old girl back
She left me for the postman, now she send me letters
I got a bottle of Grand Monet, drinkin
red
cause Baby Got Backs like Mix-a-Lot said
When I keep my composure, kick back like a pro
Cause Mack one-oh just refuse to save a hoe
But it's a done
Speedin to my baby it's a drive by
I ain't my shawty in a long time
She got these niggas waiting it's a long line
To bad she's all mine
Now I see why
stay imminent then he treats you like his carvery
I heard you boss your army
Well it can't be
They move like draco doing albus
But I got my snape to back
all my sins
You niggas out here like baby boy
All that fake street shit getting void
Shoot off alot of shots so we known for making noise
Ran in these
bout bad & I want it bad
aye got it on my tab I drop a lot of cash
My partner car valet go get the car girl I love 2 play
wanna finger your gutar she
Uhn
Woooo
Joor ooo
Go
I've been looking for someone like you
I've been searching for someone like you
Baby i know it hurts but i got your back
in my system, I been a lot of things but I'm not a victim
Who you hurting? Baby tell me who you hurting?
Got ashes all on me cuz this wood is burning
muggin' me
You know im muggin' back
niggas be muggin' me
You know im muggin' back
(yeah)
Check me out look
26 inches got me sittin' crooked.
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