Lyrics:
rude, boo, crabby like seafood
It turns me on like Vine's Cee Allah Rule
They call me Starky Love, hon', check the strategy
By any means, Shirley
Chorus
Rich nigga gimme my huns,
(I need alla them yep alla them)
Aye nigga aye nigga said gimme my huns
(Said i need all them yep all them) (x4)
[Just Blaze] Just Blaze!
[Chorus - Memphis Bleek]
Everything's a go!
And I just washed the wheel, and I Armor All the wheels
And it's real
action
When yuh come by my way everyting sanction
Yuh meet di right one
Cocky sink like ostrich
When yuh gimme pussy keep it hostage
Come fuck wid ah g wi
gimme one more time whoa
One time just gimme one time
One time gimme one more time
Me and you together baby we keep it real
I put diamonds on ya
his stripped down Model A
At Harold?s Super Service, we do grease jobs
We fix thirty or forty flats every day
And just about the time we get real busy
my senses
Baby girl, you're playing with my mind
To kiss yo lips, dip, slip into a zone
2 1 3 5 4, Home Alone
Infectious, gold tints with
Illmatic
On my Rosa Parks in the back writin' like B Rabbit
How I carry it, gimme the beat and then I'ma bury it
Producin' tracks for the underground like
fast past your mum in the same old whip
Real shit, how the rich stay rich, they just keep it where they got it imma need yo shit
Real sick, it's the same
getting jealous by the look I'm catchin'
I hate dumb skeezers, MC beater
Drop 5 grand on my bird white needer?
Smooth like ice, don't get nice
Just turn up
town better have some bud
I graduated grads, got my diploma
I could tell by your aroma you smokin' on Arizona
But you ain't got no Cali Kush
You're
the pill
Playin games u know the deal
Hoes like ducks u can tell by the bill
Gold grill baby u trill
Smokin dope we pop out the cill
Hop on the dick she hop
rude, boo, crabby like seafood
It turns me on like Vine's Cee Allah Rule
They call me Starky Love, hon', check the strategy
By any means, Shirley
that's what's up
Now get the **** out, that's what's up
Stuntin? I don't give a ****, take my chain hold it up
Bounce it like a real playa, pimp all in my
say, that they`ve still got a long way to go
To show they can flow like a real pro
So gimme that loot catch the boot from my steel toe
I`m changing
And to gimme the high sign
[Bridge]
Red lights, green lights
Go for the gold
Something inside, I want you now
I want it all, and more than you know
from Chanel
Issey Miyake, smellin' up my Kawasaki
Jawns by Versace all them joints by Jockey
Clock me workin' real hard for a nickel
He drive a tricycle
right down to the real nitty gritty
Hip shaker, heartbreaker, spine cracker, voodoo witch
You got the gold, gonna dig, dig your sugar ditch
I'll do
Hey yo, here's a real scoop, homie Loc
Them fools around my way gettin' high off gun smoke
And I ain't talkin' about the high like Indo
The kind
Anybody wey put Asunder, Thunder kill am there
Imani Imaka li, Imani Imaka li Ada di Ora Mma
Gimme chance make I show you real love still dey
I no fit Cap
money talks
Dirty cash I want you, dirty cash I need you, woh-oh
(Dirty cash, dirty cash)
Meanwhile, back in the city, the real pill, the nitty
Catfish fried up, Dirty South fed
Sleep in a cot'-picking Dirty South bed
Dirty South girls gimme Dirty South head
Hand me down flip-flops, hand me down
dive in, this shit feel like water
Addiction
Addiction
Addiction
(Turn the lights on)
"High tide, catch a wave if you wanna," she say (for real
like it's screws loose
I just put the mic by the speaker; gimme feedback
I just put the mic by the speaker; gimme feedback
I just put the mic by
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