Lyrics:
just got a face tat (face tat, ha-ha)
She blow my dick like a chello, Lil Boat (oh, oh)
That lyric don't even make sense, but I'll say that (say that)
My
一直 Roll 走著 一直仇 Castle城堡 還沒顧上睡
Light skin backs and I blow it by the 8th
Left her a eighth but she sniffed the whole cake
If they wanna tussle I'll put
Phone Beating a real drum line , no Nick Cannon
Glock on me, I'm carrying , it what it is, I ain't sparing 'em
Throw rocks hide your hand, get your man
real quick (hold up, hold up, hold up)
Never ask a bitch why she text me (no!)
I just want the top you ain't gotta sex me
You not a cop, you can't
a six pack
If you ever up on me, I need my lick back
If she ever see me
You won't get yo' bitch back
Took two of mine, we forever gettin' getback
Watch
it
Tell me fuck you gon' do
When your options fail
A block from hell, bills comin'
And your pockets frail?
You know what the fuck we did
We had rocks
spirit in bondage like convicts.
Gettin' blunted wasn't pungent,
Overabundance of dumb shit had me living low-budget. Conflict.
Indo had my mental
sticks like an Asian bar
New bars, pop tops like Tooheys
Jump on a beat, get chopped, suey
Rock and I roll till the systems are down
I'm it, like
when you do dat, drill ya ass harder
Pull ya hair when you throw it back
Say she love when I pull 'em to the side
I can feel it when she cum, I can tell
spirit in bondage like convicts.
Gettin' blunted wasn't pungent,
Overabundance of dumb shit had me living low-budget. Conflict.
Indo had my mental
spirit in bondage like convicts.
Gettin' blunted wasn't pungent,
Overabundance of dumb shit had me living low-budget. Conflict.
Indo had my mental
kick rocks and get gone
I got a message from my old thing tryna catch up "What's new?"
I said "A lot since you been gone but all in all I been cool"
So
Think it's my time to steady grow grow grow grow grow grow grow
CamDaMan gettin all of the dough dough dough
Think it's my to time to steady grow
folks didn't make it, body lock, need more than a recover
I'm a city baby, but I'm on the paper gettin' head by a bitch like Dora
Anyway, I'm straight
is?
This is Jake’s a bitch ahaha!
You’re a bitch! Written by
They’re all still in mouth
Yeah finna rock it
(Uh) yo watcha watcha what?
(Whoa) yo watcha
the E, you don't see me less i'm working or something
Don't think i'm perfect or nothing, i'm just disturbed by discussion
She off the E, Hollywood, she
shorty, she was checking up on me
From the game she was spitting in my ear
You would think that she know me
I decided to chill (okay!)
Conversation got
go on n settle.
Solid as a rock, but you little, as a pebble and I promise that you don't wanna test my mettle,
Gettin back on track, I never relax.
flicked off
I'm a head cause that's what bread does
I be gettin money like Rick Ross
No drug money I'm legit dawg
But my boys will still get it off
Beez in
mountains, about to touch the sky
I'm gettin' all the looks, and they wonder why
I got a list of haters, wishin' that I'd die
Why? Why they hatin' like that
THE COPS!â??
Give it up some hardtimes gettin' in
Welcome to the bar, baby
We thuggin', huggin' this broad
And she rubbin' on me squeezin' my ass
Better
enormous in silence
Who broke it, this lead to bloodshed and violence
This chick Iris out in Queens had a cocaine Lexus
Dime sexes, she rock
the real how the
Fuck can I stress it more, we sittin
In the hood with a bowl of new
Dose, new flow and some rock
That there is for the hoes
But when I'm
split, diggin' that hit from way back
I gained that lady with the black Baby Phat
Stacked in the back, that ass, crazy fat
She bump and grindin', makin' it
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