Lyrics:
state, ay
I need a crib right by the lake
I need her bussin' out her heels
And her lingerie
If she let me get behind it, fuck her spine up
Lil bih
off the radar
Fuck a fed or state charge and
Go hard 'til we make ours
Need the pay large
In the garage with a racecar all about mine
Don't really give
and ride
Glued up to the gills
High tar cigarettes and sex
An appetite for pills
She's a shell of her former self
Bad natured on the shelf
don't be no backwards, no
Don't do it, nigga
I spun around without a care, when I stopped, I felt lost
I'm two heels from the top tier, I really want
Ever since the lucky night I found you
I've hung around you just like a fool
Falling head and heels in love like a kid out of school.
My poor
Ever since the lucky night I found you
I've hung around you just like a fool
Falling head and heels in love like a kid out of school.
My poor
Ever since the lucky night I found you
I've hung around you just like a fool
Falling head and heels in love like a kid out of school.
My poor
of Knightsbridge
Lying for a minister of state
Is a far cry from the nod and wink
Here at traitor`s gate
`Cause the high heel he used to be has been ground
Ever since the lucky night I found you
I've hung around you just like a fool
Falling head and heels in love like a kid out of school.
My poor
Ever since the lucky night I found you
I've hung around you just like a fool
Falling head and heels in love like a kid out of school.
My poor
Ever since the lucky night I found you
I've hung around you just like a fool
Falling head and heels in love like a kid out of school.
My poor
of Knightsbridge
Lying for a minister of state
Is a far cry from the nod and wink
Here at traitor's gate
'Cause the high heel he used to be has been ground
of Knightsbridge
Lying for a minister of state
Is a far cry from the nod and wink
Here at traitor's gate
'Cause the high heel he used to be has been ground down
Knightsbridge
For a minister of state
Is a far cry from the nod and wink
Here at traitor's gate
'Cause the high heel he used to be
Has been ground down
And he
Ever since the lucky night I found you
I've hung around you just like a fool
Falling head and heels in love like a kid out of school.
My poor
Ever since the lucky night I found you
I've hung around you just like a fool
Falling head and heels in love like a kid out of school.
My poor
Ever since the lucky night I found you
I've hung around you just like a fool
Falling head and heels in love like a kid out of school.
My poor
Ever since the lucky night I found you
I've hung around you just like a fool
Falling head and heels in love like a kid out of school.
My poor
Ever since the lucky night I found you
I've hung around you just like a fool
Falling head and heels in love like a kid out of school
My poor
make you cum fast like Porsches
Face look like a portrait, body like a fortune
Mills in small bills, and tar heels, flexing sex appeal
Got my mind
And I'm out on the town with a simple mission
In my little black dress and that shit is sittin'
Just a heart broke bitch
High heels six inch
In
Mississippi tenekeys, every mothafuckin' state
When we touchdown
Go right from the plane to the range
When we touchdown
On the private plane gettin' brain,
Cam and I'm throwin with Free
Geda K's the co-d, young boss
Until we State Property, we spit in the Taurus
Fuck it, H in the pen, huh
You know we
Chicago
The town that Billy Sunday could not shut down
On State Street, that great street
I just want to stay, I just want to stay
They do things they
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