Lyrics:
Puerto Rico is where she come from
She asked me do I love her that recorded song
By si si si si bunoes bonita.
You wanna ever be mine stay on hip
don't give no effort
Lil shordy not popping so who finna tell her?
My bitch is too priceless I could never sell her
This fit has Margiela
She always
The fire burned quick
Two months she was moving in
We were just getting by
Still newlyweds high
Not tried, but oh so true
We were half empty bottles
I wish it was my ten-four
had to pull a strap on a fool named Louis the Third
'cause I'm getting chased by the ghetto bird
"Just put his hat,
that nigga, stop fronting
She said your new shit pumpin', you make us so proud
We've been wantin' something this good for a while
But I'm not fooled by
brothers were going, they were getting down
Even Pops was going for a piece of the crown (Cinderfella!)
They flaunted, they haunted, they knew what I
nigga, we whipping up 50 thousand a ki'
You just be giving her, getting her, I just fill her with D
Even though she cute and petite, freaky, discreet
She
not to be seen
Cuz im moving neat while im chasing that cream
She just wants bags that are made by celine
She's chasing bags even when she's a sleep
'em up open all over town
Strictly biz, she don't play around
Cover much ground, got game by the pound
Getting paid is her forte
Each and every day,
name was not to become what I became with this level of fame
My soul is possessed by this devil
My new name is
Rain Man
Now in the Bible, it says
booth
Just got back from Cancun
Getting Blue Moon drunk in that honeymoon phase
And by the window, there's an old man
With a ring still on his left
And one by one each woman he kiss
(He kiss her and she gon' fall in love)
Stokie's just Stokie, you know?
(Stokie's Stokie)
Till someone shows that they
Listen, as long as you live
As long as you live whether you're with me or not
Be for real, girl
Just be for real, yeah, (Be for real)
Be for real, girl
Be,
(bang, bang, bang)
With each guy, she's getting even.
Lies like his, now she's weaving.
She's not sad, she's not grieving.
Revenge is hers, no more
a hill,
Going faster, and faster, and faster, until
Tomorrow night; tomorrow night
Even if someone would pray for me,
Tomorrow night.
There's not
the morn' getting stoned
Pretty with her eyes low, runny by Bible
The type of bitch that BIG said he would die for
Is the type that I would rather stay alive
Absolutely, I always say that for
Their minds to interpret it, they have to
Draw a comparison and I always say
Even though it's very common, it's just a
More
later, she eatin' that Lean Cuisine
I'm on the field, straight brawn off that Creatine
In the NFL - which mean Not For Long
City to city, all
ike
Dats just what she like
But she say dat she a Dyke
(Hook)
That my lil slut that's my slime baby
She let me fuck
Hit from the back
I break
a ho all on your grill if he ratting
For talking when you not in
The game like John Madden
Bye bye ass, drive by past you
See you with my ho, I just ride
good lord
Baby got 'em up open all over town
Strictly biz, she don't play around
Cover much ground, got game by the pound
Getting paid is her forte
catch a pitch
Turned a label to a business
Shorty right by my side, she my witness
Dressed in all black, I can't leave a witness
Let my dogs out, free em'
was karma getting me back for
My past but I wouldn't have did
That all their feelings if it was
Gonna make this not, last
Guess I just keep lookin'
see you in the street
Know that pistol percussion that’s why I just keep me a drummer then steppers be walking with me
She want a bankroll play it by
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