Lyrics:
Michelle, I freaked her well
Her pussy got hotter than flames in hell
I geed this girl, her name was Tammy
I didn't want to do it cause the bitch was
at
In Detroit, ain't no fucking freestylin, ain't no time for that
Got twenty-fours on the eighty-four Regal and I'm grindin
Detroit, know my name
In
done by an M I’s guy
If there’s ever been a rap this fly
It had to be done by an M I’s guy
Yes aii
The name Ice Prince Zamani
And tonight I got
I got a message for you niggas, finna let em have it
I swear to God you niggas pussy, bitch I'm causin' havoc
Sammy with the switch and he don't
thot and tell that bih leggo
I got the sauce and it's drippin' like Prego
Fruit by the foot got a colorful bankroll
I'm droppin' racks every time that
a fuck
If in a rut I Nina up I got semi tucked
Sammy in the cut like who want what
You can’t take none of us
Hope you don’t get rushed
My gang go nuts
You
my, say my name, baby, say my name loud
I'm about to kill the scene
Got a Billy Jean by my side
And my wrist, I'm bling blow
I got pictures in
SOME N*** GONE LEARN SOME N*** GON TEACH
SOME N*** CANT SPEAK KEEP YA MOUTH CLOSED
SOME N*** GOT A NAME BUT THEY AINT EARN IT
I AINT CROSSING THE BRIDGE
Since BIG, my nigga, I got faith
Me kissing Louch, my nigga, that's living proof
If you never saw poison look at us in the booth
When it comes
like this beat I like the window shutdown Melody
Y'all niggas brag when y'all 15 and got a felony
R.I.P. him Kobe
My sister name is Sammy
The other name
like this beat I like the window shutdown Melody
Y'all niggas brag when y'all 15 and got a felony
R.I.P. him Kobe
My sister name is Sammy
The other name
the truth I was born in sin
If you called my name I couldn’t answer
I had no legacy and no inheritance to claim
But that’s not the end of my story
So don’t
right?..
Got by this by the spirit..better get your fact right..
I'm moving faster brother....but I got hold on tight..
I'm talking about him..gat me feeling
wear the Versace
Since meh blue shirt, black shoe, one khaki
Never born rich now look at the star g
Haters for no reason
Oh Shit yea they got a reason
by the Coca Cola
Swing like Sammy Sosa for a fraction of fame
I hope my love of oversharing helps the world know my name
Hey cam
Please don't fail me
(Yeah!)
Still got my ambition, it hasn't diminished, i'm driven by my intuition
Speaking my wishes, into existence, promise you we 'gon get out
She' don't know my name
She just know me by my aim (aim aim)
She just know me by my aim (aim aim)
Aim tyga man again
Got a little message for
Sometimes at night my pants go to the bathroom by they self
Even when I was little, nothing went my way
I got beat up and chased home from school every day
Detroit, ain't no fucking freestyling, ain't no time for that
Got twenty-fours on the eighty-four Regal and I'm grinding
Detroit, know my name
In Detroit,
the breaks
You're a poser, now jam it in your head
More like a forum poster, just hangin' by a thread
I compose a beat and throw it to who handle it the best
The Worl, uh
My swag got me big lit (yeah), big Worl, on my big shit (yeah, 808 Mafia)
I get a brick on my face
I get a brick on my face
Come
I got the gang hella spinin like a bar seat
Large meat, got hella loads like a car meet
Star feet, ima make her pay if she stalk me
Real niggas do
With Bing Crosby, Dean Martin and Sammy Davis Jr.
(chorus) [the drunks] The rest are solos.
Booze, Mister Booze (Mister Booze), Mister Booze
on my behind
I’ve got Sammy and Larry and Johnny and Harry
Roll another tooter and we’ll all seem happy
Im a Bad Girl I’m a B-Bad Girl
Im a tryin’ but
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