Lyrics:
stands
I'm gonna die with this blazer rite in these hands
[Hook 2x]
I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
The heater burner bruisa is on my hip this year
fine
This cat is in heat
Let me ride that beat
My pussy on fire
Pussy fire, well I'm fine
Turn up your gratitude, turn down your attitude
I love
with a clitch
My darg hit the MAC-11 ringing like a chick
There's levels to this ting, he's a killer, you're a prick
You never put in work so you're
spark the Philly
So I can get my mind off these yellowbacked-
Why they still alive? I don't know, go figure
Meanwhile back in Queens the realness
since Bugsy, bitches love me
In Queens where my drugs be, I wear Guess jeans and rugbies
Yo, my people from Medina, they will see you when you re-up
better luck getting up on Sunday
So take my advice and sleep in
Or get ate by the guys that we bring
Like a date with your wife is a deep thing
So the hate
ah
(A a a a a a a ah)
So fuck all the people you know
Yeah, you could be living
In your parents' house
With no money, no cars, and no shoes
'Cause I'm
the black car, not the gold one
So I'm acting like I got no funds
And I pull up on them in that 450 like two quarters and four ones
I press the button,
I lied about my luxury lifestyle
I said "So who you be? You looking kind of tight, gal
I would love to see you in a nightgown"
She said "They call
a Gat before a tattoo, I had to
As a matter of fact, I had two
No cap, I'm on them capsules, I done relapsed, boo
But I been on my feet since
And mail you them sweet words and naked flicks?
I'm still that pretty, down, down-ass, two cars behind your six
And I detest any clown that's clockin' my
And mail you them sweet words and naked flicks?
I'm still that pretty, down, down-ass, two cars behind your six
And I detest any clown that's clockin' my
You know by now, I want it more than anything
If I walk away and just let you leave
You'll be stuck in my head like a melody
I know you want it
ayo Dun
Spark the Philly so I can get my mind
Off these yellow backed niggas
Why they still alive? I don't know
Go figure meanwhile back in Queens
phone
blowing my mind
Took me by surprise
You can let your guard down this time
He's got me in the zone
Lets me hold my own
You could be your real self
and get lit
Kicks are fly sh** yeah you looking great
Maybe I might just cuff you myself sh**
I just might make you my queen yeah ima king
And I'm
the way your body twirl
French vanilla cream, body work is mean
Chocolate fudge make a nigga wanna fall in love
You got them fat legs, killin' them
bullet scar
south suicide its like do or die
my nigga came home from a 2 to the 5
nigga pumping on strip selling 2 for 5
dont set up by southside cutie pie
now they wanna ride
(And) now they wanna slide, blow bali in the ride
But it's only room for this cali by my side
And Cali by my side when I'm fuckin
me crazy, she's a queen (yeah,yeah)
Bitches please retreat she's a killer (yeah,yeah)
[Verse 1]
I'm excited nigga
Happy nigga
I'm a dog with 2 tails
to my ghetto queens in jeans,
That think they're mean
I'll massage you with whip cream
I wanna spread you legs and said you were my lady
Down with me,
peices, while my thorough bitches peep this
Death before decid-a, screw me on the dick-a
Lace me in Gabanna, peep dat
Think I'm flippin' on these three
man I had to live with it (live)
Some people talk to talk (to talk)
Shawty my queen, she stay in queens I had to fly to New York (vrooom)
Went and got
stars, women call me "The Big Dipper" (Dipper)
Spit a few bars, grab my tool, and I drill her (drill her)
Jump in my car then I'm counting up my scrilla
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