Lyrics:
gaffled like that (like that)
Damn! (yeah) I'ma speak on these
Punk bitches though
Yo Pac, gonna run that shit, yaknowImsayin'?
Yo Gov
What's up, man
I
By your bed everyday ne
Ayamaah phakama ngik’bhambe ke
Did you think I would leave you there
I love you ngik’tshele ke
By your bed everyday ne
Ayamaah
basketball
In the backyard on a forty by sixty-three foot long sports court (what?)
Hope I don't go back to slangin' ya-yo (ha)
Slangin' yayo (slangin'
Lookin' for a G like me
She F-E-M-A-L-E
Where you be at?
True love only can be that.
I'm tellin you that you the shit.
Call me when you get this hit.
about, cut that
That door you trying to open you could shut that
Grip the gat yeah that's how I'mma buck back
Tell me what I am and what I know now
All
yeah
Girl i felt that vibe back when i felt yo thighs shake u nervous cause yo eyes Shifty damn
I thought i wanted u to vibe wit me But Ah shit see
the Dude that knowledge is a food
To nourish, so to conclude
This from an Asiatic descendant, Big Daddy is shocked
Yo Q, we back on the block
[ all ]
Tattoos real with "God's Son" across the belly
The boss of rap, you saw me in "Belly" with thoughts like that
To take it back to Africa, I did it with
(J-J-J-J-J.R)
Bust it ba-by
Ayy, can I please talk to my bust it babies real quick homie?
Let me bring you in my world (Plies, Ne-Yo)
And let you
Yo Pussy Just Like I should
Yo Neck Yo Back
Lick Yo Pussy and Yo Crack
Yo neck Yo back
Lick yo pussy and yo crack
I Know Ya'll Ladies Pop That Pussy so
like that gold on a rose shit from the swap meet
It's real, man, it's real
This shit ain't real, man
You better get the fuck outta here and come back
way back
And hold out on my advance
They didn't pay that
Producers want seven points
He didn't play that, yo did they say that?
Yo, did he say that
dogs (uh), this is for my dogs (uh)
Yo, where we at, baby? (Creepin' through the fog)
From then 'til now, don't ask me how
Know that we gon' roll like
bring it back)
(Long weave) sewed in (work it out)
(Say it again) sewed in (work it out)
Make that money, throw it in (woo)
Booty bouncin', gone head
That's how you like it, huh
That's how you like it, huh (yo)
That's how I like it, baby
That's how you like it, huh
That's how you like it, huh
and dropped, like my Biarritz on top
Let the motherfucker bleed until it drip and let it drop
I'm still that young boy that had a pocket full of stones
But
Like I ordered at Domino's
What we on, that shit bright
Throw a rack I just might
Throw it back for a real nigga
Yo team faker than trick dice
Hotel
bring it back)
(Long weave) sewed in (work it out)
(Say it again) sewed in (work it out)
Make that money, throw it in (woo)
Booty bouncin', gone head
independent she listened to Ne-yo
Plug had a brick like the one that hit Deebo
Boutta hit jackpot I'm not at casino
Started the era shout out to Trevino
Shout
nobody top that shit
And unless you the girl I'm fuckin'
Then you don't really need to be owned by a bitch like that umm
Like that huh
Take a second,
thought, by gosh… that was it. It was just love at first sight.
Narrator:
Not long after Alex and Tarcisia met, her family were able to move back into
that fuck with my niggas
(Rampage)
Blow a hole up in your body, straight dismantle your figure
(Busta Rhymes)
A'yo where Rah Digga?
(Rah Digga)
Scopin
Yo we're under attack son.
Yo I'm up to bat
Yo copy that
Yo its all a trap
Yo copy that
Yo I'm spitting facts
Yo copy that
Yo they falling back
Yo
Bitch this dick ain't free like Tubi
Fuck your nigga he goofy
Bring it back, Bring it back,
Bring it cye cye where you going
Bring that ass back-back
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