Lyrics:
that can't be taught
Depraved of the Lord now I'm saved I thank Him for it
Purchased by his blood was broken couldn't afford it
Sin will cripple lives
I saw you strolling by your solitary
Am I nosy? Very, very
I'd like to be a juicy huckleberry
What you're after is a gal
We're both in luck for
Ain't no color paint gonna cover the stains
The pictures on the wall will all remain
And even though he's home now sounding safe
Surrounded by
beats and all these rhymes dog I should be with roc
Or entertain the top dawg cause this ville is only dreams
By the time this record end I need a song
Move like a boss
Is all that I know
Investing in me
Is how the money grow
I like a thick chic
That take it like a pro
Money and the power
You
profit, no risk
This world so dark
But we so lit
Your worth is measured by your dimensions
Got to fed her mentions when she crave attention
On the run way
late late late
My patient lady
Homes in hills are chic and glamorous
But this one's not; it's drunk and adulterous
Tonight these hills are filled
virginity
Your jam is just a dreamin' MC scheme
gettin' crushed by a L.L. theme
somethin' like Shaft, put you in a cask', bo!
You little blood-clot
virginity
Your jam is just a dreamin' MC scheme
gettin' crushed by a L.L. theme
somethin' like Shaft, put you in a cask', bo!
You little blood-clot
knowumsayin'?
Bacon Lot, knowumsayin'?
I don't need no introductions, Cat
Whuuuuut
I'm sittin' in my west, I'm analyzin' thoughts
I'm sippin' off
With a voice, telling you the bullet's direction
I'm talking murder, but that's another section
I need to explain by keeping my composure
There's no
virginity
Your jam is just a dreamin' MC scheme
gettin' crushed by a L.L. theme
somethin' like Shaft, put you in a cask', bo!
You little blood-clot
intrigued by her essence
And my first instincts to make sure that my presence was felt
Simple and plain
I'm probably jumping the train
But all I could see
Whoo Ha! Backpack raps with gats in it
Don't get your cap peeled
By the black menace k-Dot thoroughbred
Move like a militant soldier
On point like
Ask me to dance
Ask me to dance, ask me to dance, ask me to dance
I've been standing so long by the door
Of the women's lavatory to notice that I'm
but I ain't even wet
Introductions passed before we met
I'll like you pic but who are you again
My mind has been conquered
By thoughts that have kept me
I have been ringing your doorbell,
But you left me standing in the hall
And you make love by the numbers,
That doesn't mean there's any love
such a freak Standing there in all your chic
Kiss me on the cheek
I'm so fixated by your Sophistication
Am I living in your simulation
You're my Tv Girl
I don't need an introduction
And I
Think I'm onto something
Getting
More chicken, got it clucking
Go green when I touched it
Got the knowledge ain't
Nowadays the truth isn’t important, hidden behind the scenes
People lying searching for approval by all means
Don’t try to fight them, don’t try
the dozens
Hoodwinked by tricks up the sleeves, flattery and her cousins
The percussion so seductive erupting off in the trance
Your introduction
roll with the realest man
Slide by, look
She wanna roll with the realest man
Darling come then
And If you don't know who I am
I'll give u a small
Said she want a Flyy brother
Told her baby yo there is no other
Said she want a Flyy Donny
Told a chic I'm all about the money
Fresh to death
eyes but mine are greener
(I'm Hot) I keep it simple like add and subtract
One color, everything I rock is black
Like that black chic black whips
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