Lyrics:
necklace
Bitches that we came with got all of your bitches jealous
'Bout to leave the crib with a couple of my pirates
Driving by the streets we used
up in the south
CP coming all out my mouth
Bring a bad b**** back to the house
Hit all night till we be passin out
Money what I'm talkin bout
Gotta get
some blues for you, your baby's gone
Have I got some blues for you, you're all alone
I hate to be the one who has to bring you this bad news,
Have I
you know what to do or would you be confused, baby if it were you
Would you stay down for a nigga
Times get bad stick around with a nigga
If I came
write back
Prayin' when I was down then he bring me right back, huh
On the right track, could fuck a opp baby mama on the nightstand, huh
I ain't got
Ayy, check it out, baby
See, look here for one second, let me holla at you
Who is your dawg
Trae
Hell Naw, I don't wanna holla at no motherfucker
just deuce
Me and you headline of the news
Bonnie and Clyde ain't smokin no boof
Duck, duck goose
If the story ain't truth
Matter fact, look 2:22
said it by mistake
My t-shirts make more money than your mixtape
I tell a boy Boy Better
Know it’s money making season
I book a flight to New York for no
I got new money coming in
They so bad tell her bring a friend
Yea yea
I ain't gon lie you hella bad I'll probably give you what you want
I got new
can't even call him
You can spin this block if you wanna
Lightskin bad bitch, hot like a sauna
Somebody call up Rihanna
And I'm tellin' brodie, pour that
play baby it's always drastic
Commission Muzic Group, prepare to straight suit
Sit fat, all plat, hop in a brand new coupe
Believe none of what you hear,
swirl[01:20.52]Cause I need you here with me[01:23.02]Baby it's alright if you only stick by me[01:24.78]Cause I'll start war by you[01:26.24]Cause baby yea you so
the club, I hit the floor
In a brand-new fit, and tight ass shoes
Pullin' up on more than 22's
It's on tonight so, if you came
To get down with me
It's gon'
by the rules reapply
Creeps low wit cruise control when I'm high
Brand new 22 shoes on the ride
Gotta get blatta tatted
Hit up green rise
[Hook]
on that
Poison water out in Flint
They let them little babies drink on
That they don't care about us
New York City dC4 on the motherfucking way
You already
need 22's for his new Porsche
Daddy need flat screens for his new loft
You got the job, you hired
Be at the office at 9, I'm your new boss
New gun in
really like the way I run it up
Notice she gon' fuck me better
When I buy her stuff
But I'm sorry, baby girl,
I'm too invested in myself
Cause I can bring
Captain Kirk, I want to have yo baby.
[Verse Two: [Silkk The Shocker]]
See I met this bad ass trick,
I mean this bad ass bitch.
Tellin' her friends
to have yo baby.
Verse Two: [Silkk The Shocker]
See I met this bad ass trick,
I mean this bad ass bitch.
Tellin' her friends about month go
There once was a kid named Deuce
Who got sick and tired of being picked on
So he got himself a nice 22
Click boom, now he's on the fuckin news
Yeah
You rocking with the Talk of New York Tony Yayo
Shady Aftermath and Soul Assassins
Here we go
Niggas know what I'm about out here (here)
Herb's wife also worked at the studio. And I remember she used to bring her baby girl to the studio who had run around. And they also had a son, my age,
Down 95 get fucked, uh
Off top, this for the bad bitches only
Baby, you got it
Come and put that pussy on me
Off top, stop talkin' like I'm
fat her pussy come out like a fish
We gorillas in the mist
Boy, we aim, you done, nigga
The U22 like a alien gun
Give the new aliens new names and run
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