Lyrics:
Know she ain't staying in tonight
Know she ain't down to be polite
Know she ain't down love or something real
She'll push it to the side
She gotta
Know she ain't staying in tonight
Know she ain't down to be polite.
Know she ain't down love or something real
She'll push it to the side
She gotta
friends
And this girl wants to stay for the night, I can't, I gotta be gone by ten
Don't think that I ain't on road 'cause I ain't stuck on ends
This
she sneezed got her askin for the snap
Lil mama wanna chat, I ain't got no time for that
Eat the dick and throw it back
She hit the do' she get attached
Sammy
She in love vanity
Blow the brain n the whip
It’s a suicide
I got blood on my Benjamin’s
Bitches be sneaky men count up the check again
Hit
that can take your spot, my love
No
My love (alright it's time to get it JT)
My love (I don't know what she hesitatin' for man)
Shorty, cool
it's time to get it JT)
My love (I don't know what she hesitatin' for man)
Shorty, cool as a fan
On the move once again
But she still has fans from
they call me Sammy Sosa
Love, love when she get loca
Oo I love when she get, ayy
Passionate shawty, I came back for it
Ay, talk about our future talk
broke, I love counting presidents
I heard I was looked for, it ain't hard to find me
Tell whoever, they just better kill me when they find me
I can't trust
that
No problem, (why?) because I got it like that
A Baby Bam beat and an African rap
My partner by my side, Sammy be is on the cut
Your DJs
in my mouth but she call me daddy, yeah
Yeah, she love me like i'm Sosa but I hit like Sammy, yeah
Yeah, i'm in all them holes, she come with me,
that she's ending your life
It's a real shame you got hacked by the whores
It's a real shame that kid probably ain't yours
That girl' some bitch you
ain't for me, nigga
I hope you alone like bankruptcy, nigga
She pour you a drink, that drink on me, nigga
She slip something in it, now think for me,
Long Live Sammy
Oouuuu
Aye
Aye
You just gotta keep yo head up
It's people starving everyday
I know they fed up
These boys loafing
They ain't tryna
Paid 90 for my grill and lost it, that's why I ain't smilin' (damn)
You got Sean, you got Hit, you got Grizz, Kash Dolla
Paint you red, throw you in
do this for the family
You gotta understand me
She's like hell nah you do it for the grammies
You all about the grammy
She's like why you wanna leave
not make it
She might not make it
She might not make it
I can't leave no voicemail no this ain't the 90s
I don't need no back up long as you beside me
I
feel like they did it
Still riding in a foreign it ain't mine shit is rented but fuck it
I'm just trying to get up to the top thug in
I love the streets
up in thirty minutes
Now she suckin' on me (woo)
Now I don't need nobody to do nothin' for me
Nigga, I'm bustin' for me (fire)
I went and got it
that she's ending your life
It's a real shame you got hacked by the whores
It's a real shame that kid probably ain't yours
That girl' some bitch you
Back in the day
Yeah I'd hop out of bed and hit up Jase
Like 'top of the morning' they called me Ace
Young Sammy the wave ain't no debate
But that
Aw, it'd get hung up real bad
In a case of jealousy, love can make you mad
Aw, yeah
Now everybody, everybody's got his own thing
Everybody's got
money) Now, I ain't sayin' she a gold digger
(When I'm in need) But she ain't messin' with no broke niggas
(She give me money) Now, I ain't sayin' she
money) Now, I ain't sayin' she a gold digger
(When I'm in need) But she ain't messin' with no broke niggas
(She give me money) Now, I ain't sayin' she
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