Lyrics:
nigga got too many bitches, got too many fans
I fell in love with a freak, every time that we meet, make her walk on her knees
She throw it back on my
so how the fuck I get clapped?
Black was in the Jeep watching all these scenes speed by
It was a brown Datsun, and yo nobody in my hood got one
That
all day
Compete QJP no way
Cause I can really Randy Moss old days
Throw me beat and my words turn it all brave
Man freak it im in the best type
I
Whatcha gon' say when we cut ties
Yea I know the truth hurt but love lies
If I crossed all my t's would you dot I
If you walked by me would you just
and everything you fucking do
Still an animal locked up crawling in your zoo
My boo
My phone keeps ringing it's on loop
Dope coop
Dope news
You still wearing those
seen bitch
Love you more than me bitch but I be on that lean shit
Run up in your crib, red dot
Running down like
That bitch talking shit but she a Thot
a Amish farmer
The farther, the further the earth and the sun circle
A ceiling inside a circular ship, the soul burglar
Bird in the hand
Drive-by music for
making her curvy chest pop
I can tell by the way she holding the Glock
I can tell by the way she shooting nonstop
I can tell by the way she looked in my
Yeah, damn that shit don get me she is a freak in the bed, huh yeah
My baby telling me so damn naughty
Damn dat shit don' get me started
heavyweight be -boy flex
Other rappers try to flex but they soft as sex
High heels in the kitchen fixin me a hot meal
Wipe my ass ran the faucet then I brush
I won't beat that cat
Spinnin' in Dodge and smacked the curve, I done beat
the scat
Faced Mild and sat my ass down, I done beat the Black
Nigga
the voice returns to say
“You’re going insane”
So i’ll stare up at the sky
And dot my I's with fireflies
And i’ll watch the starscapes
Right here by your
of me
Curtain calls a sanctuary,
Actors in the cloth, they freak me out,
Mockin' my purpose, in the magazines,
Famous how they make you feel grand,
crazy in this world, you know what I'm sayin'
True ting, you ah talk, dawg (check it deep)
Yo, the crazy adventures of Miss Money Jane (crazy ting)
But in the back of my mind it was this big butt freak
I sat my girl down, I couldn't hold it in
And said to her with a devilish grin
Tina got a big
But in the back of my mind it was this big butt freak
I sat my girl down, I couldn't hold it in
And said to her with a devilish grin
Tina got a big
in about uh, give me ten minutes
Be ready
Ah
Wear that little thing I like
(now baby tell what you wanna do with me)
It's seven o' clock
On the dot
I'm
in about uh, give me ten minutes
Be ready
Ah
Wear that little thing I like
(now baby tell what you wanna do with me)
It's seven o' clock
On the dot
I'm
in about uh, give me ten minutes
Be ready
Ah
Wear that little thing I like
(now baby tell what you wanna do with me)
It's seven o' clock
On the dot
I'm
dot your I's, blaze your T's (Bon bon bon)
No! No! I'm not related to are
I don't play with kids, I check IDs
If a chick under the age under the wig
treasurer
Bank account, set it up
Two dots in the color in that truck
Money, add it up
Et cetera, et cetera
Pick a time, I was nine
With two pennies
like
Hittin the spots I be good in the dark
Call me tonight I be all on the dot
Shawty be nasty, aroma be fine
Body be smooth and the pussy real tight
Get a glock catch a opp red dot head shot
Bodies drop you can tell that I don't feel nothing
Homicide in the block call the cops knock knock
If you
Ask these niggas where they money at, where they coins?
Poolparty in the A, we ain't invite no boys (no niggas)
Only freaks, leave in peace after you
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