Lyrics:
hair down I wanna kiss you
Dim the lights
It's getting hot in here girl I'm mood
Dim the lights
Ooh Lay ya body down I wanna film you
Dim the lights
Girl
this shit is so infinite
I gotta make em remember dis
I gotta dive in that shit by the face
& jus swim in it
Switched up on em
Nah I'm chillin wit
a call when I'm home
I'm out there all alone
I'm out there on my own
By choice, of course, I'm still up in the zone
This world so cold
And I've lended all
tender dicks
A real nigga never give you shit Biotch
Born and raised in the motherfucking projects ho
Getting money by at the pak Jam by the back
It's 12.30 AM, Christmas Eve
I'm out with the gangstas and thieves
Celebratin', postin' up with eggnog [head up up] in my cup
[Put Rudolph
Hey now relax, I’m comin in ruthless
Hit em w attacks, on my Kung fu shit
Out in New York, screaming on my woo shit
Hit em in the face, ya I hit
flows hit ya hard like a brick did it,
I'm quick witted, I spit wicked, I kick kick it,
Like a ball pon the mics yeah I do tricks with it,
I dip dip it in
you no if you asked
That don't mean I'm gonna be your trick and spend all my cash
On your ass, but we can chill and do it right
But that husband
call me Vegas
I just... WANT A... BAD BITCH
To make me grits
Wrist so lit
Windows down gotta bump that nip
Other guys do it by not like this... trick ahh
Feeling da buzz (uh huh)
Party in clubs (V.I.P)
You know da vibes (right)
Got to her door (wassup ma)
She gave a tour (Ooooo)
Oh I adore pimpin’
A trick
wife to help me lose these babies
Margiela fashion, I'm steppin' like Dab Daddy, your bitch wish she had me
Bat you in your shit, this ain't no plastic
on nobody
I'm good by myself
Don't come by with no money
Da bando wit snow money
I done made show money
Early in da morning getting top
From a snow bunny
I
styles
Hoes come in rows to get chose, they gettin' wit me
Sayin I'm the flyest on the side of the Mississippi
Banned in six states by the surgeon
I'm in the booth yeah you know how this shit go
Play we come through make a fuck nigga get low
I'm on the block all I do is just get dough
I want
I got dynamics
I'm outstanding, never a stand-in for somebody else
Run up on me by mistake, don't run up all by yourself
Celine Dion type beat, main
At least you don't lie to me
Jester, hangman, poet or chameleon
Who are you?
Who are you?
I'm the one who's built these walls in the dark
Who gives
my only friend
Is the city I live in is beautiful Brooklyn
Long as I live here believe I'm on fire, hey
'Cause it's the B-the-R-the-O-the-O-K
L-y-n
Wheat and beat sprout from the same litter
Yet amazingly crafted by separate scissors
I stalk the morbid beaten past splashin' in the cretin blizzard (?)
Wheat and beat sprout from the same litter
Yet amazingly crafted by separate scissors
I stalk the morbid beaten past splashin' in the cretin blizzard (?)
of your shit
Throwing fake excuses
No you must think I'm a trick
Gave you all of my heart
And you played me for a joke
But baby now I'm woke
So whatever it
the cuffing
Im throwing paper in the air while these bitches doin sum flips
Went from A-Z I'm on the top and you been throwing fits
Look at how she made it
'cause they know
As I'm in the game in the rap propel flows
baboon flows no catch up go nigga rewind back
I be getting duffle bag all by myself
Chuck
And this song I'm improvising, well it's making too much sense
I know I'm slowly burning like a match struck by fire
But in my mind I'm yearning to do what I
lickers
'cause we jumped up in ya life, cause I'm a true dirt digger
So go on hit the streets, break them lame tricks
Then bring it back to daddy that's how
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