Lyrics:
touch my body
Who is that? Where you going?
Come back
Why does everyone always leave me?
Hello? Fuck you then
Blow it out your ass
whatever I like
Penthouse, let's spin back, let's get the vibe right
He ate me, infinity, that's my type
So what you gon' do with it?
And my face
"You can do it"
I'm Baby Huey, one of the best in the Louie
Sip Louis, smoke louie, dressed in Louis
Home of back porches, Chucks and Air Forces
one night to do it all
I know baby it's such a pity
Tomorrow night, we hit another city
Cold macking in the game is all we do
Me and the boys
I'ma murder them rasclaat
All black Chloe chaps, gyally I'ma skully to the back
Fuck where my ratchet at? Come make me dutty that
Pussy dem ah chat
Christmas in paradise under the Cow Key Bridge
Where the warm breeze blows so nice
And the landlord forgives
I won't lie, we just get by but we'll be eating
The Worl, uh
My swag got me big lit (yeah), big Worl, on my big shit (yeah, 808 Mafia)
I get a brick on my face
I get a brick on my face
Come
Hold ya up, stay on yo case, often squeeze you tight
Ya know I need ya by my side each and every night
She tell me things she can't live without her
on my arms
Tats in my face, my back and my arms (what)
Tats in my face, my back and my arms
Baby, I'm a stunna (I told y'all)
I ain't gon' change it
time for camera time?
Will I blow all of this money baby, hammer time?
Yeah, I just need some closure
Ain't no turning back for me, I'm in it 'til
hittin' up Virgil for Louis Vuitton
It's not in the Bible to wife off one girl
I'm Muslim, I go by Quran
The way I be smilin' and holdin' my gun
She
sky mood
Buddy baby
Touch me slow
Rapping baby
Imma blow like drake
I’m taking a step
I’m making a move
Don’t you forget
To give my respect
I’m
the grime on the door
She's a long lost love at first bite
Baby, maybe you're wrong
But you know it's all right, that's right
Back stage we're having
the right price, I'm nice
I only say things once, never twice, don't fuck with me
St. Louis niggas is rowdy rowdy
Cleveland niggas is bout it bout it
you home? I want you here with me
Ooh girl you blow my mind, I want to be yo' freak
Let me take you there, to that ecstasy,
Oh ba-by, baby
Gotta
out the red carpet while I roll my trees up
College girl questionin' my cup, what's the pink stuff?
Turn her to a fiend, taste the Lean, baby drink up
won't you come roll with me
Come on, roll with me
We can put the top down on the highway and feel the breeze
We can feel the breeze
Baby we can kiss
me back bags,
Louis vitton something.
Don't really know the price,
Just know it costs money,
And when it comes to money,
They know it ain't
, the pay back
Champagne kisses, hold me in your
Lap of lux-ury
I only want to fly first-class desires
You're my limousine
So elegant, the way we ride
a soda
A nigger be aiming, whops I missed
Get back bitch, we'll never kiss
When it comes to me, game is tough
Have you heard about baby, man she sucks
pop
Tell me, tell me who shooting and who got shot
[Malia]
Ring Around the Rosie, a pocket full of blow
Everybody know the hop got you moving slow
I'll always be
So when I get that feeling don't try to hold me back
I'll only leave you cryin' in the smoke along the track
I know my baby loves me I
skies are blue again
And you're back to you again, my friend
I'll face that wind by your side
Even take on that rain, I don't mind,
Or give you
ain't askin' no more
Aye picture me not bein' the main attraction no more
That's all the talkin' I care to do to you back to the hoes
Baby drop it back
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