Lyrics:
She call me back up like she wanna fall in love again
Just tell me what you mean
Baby I just wanna see
Sexy lil thing (Oh what am I)
Shorty don't you
Well I've been losing you, Well I've been touching a grave
Well I've been losing you, Well I've been touching a grave
Don't wanna silence her, just
I flip and scrip 9 minute EF three
Playin by different bitches 'cause my face in the paper
Profile done although she couldnt describe me I got
you don't want a man
We on the same page
I'm tired of dealing with the same girls
Tell me how we going through the same thing
You can just be my main
'cause I gotta keep it on cock, cock
Just in case you try to ball the block, no way cause I call the shots
Show me nigga, tell me not anything, you
six 12's(u can tell)
I got alotta people wanna steal my shit
I got six 12's you can hear my shit
(webbie verse 2)
Man I really be trunken, man I really
Lemme talk to em, to em
I just wanna be honest
I just wanna be honest
I just wanna be honest
Lemme tell you somethin'
Out of my way
I'm not looking for no
And it gave us other avenues and ways to grind
Fuck what you got nigga, I'm makin mine
I messed up my first lil change, I'ma be straight this time
You a rook, I'm a vet, nigga, watch how I hit
Niggas get shook when they get hit by that stick
Wanna work out? Get a FitBit, burn that shit
Flip the QP
get you paid
Yo time is coming just wait
N I just spoke to my pops
That nigga thank I'm his brother
I tell em rita is my mother
N bree is my lil
Way you look that's tough
Way you sit that's tough
Lil mama you special, got too much to offer
Why let it get bottled up just cause you scared
If you
Told lil' baby I ain't here for no lollygagging
I'm just tryna treat yo panties like a Jolly Rancher
Shawty said hi to me I think she wanna fuck
I heard
you only mad ya broke
Nope
Ain't got it
Boy what ya got in ya wallet
We just came here for the profit
Man all that we want is deposit
Yeah
I flip that
Introduced my cabinent
A fully loaded mag spit
Lyrically Im dat fit
Flip you in ya casket
Aint no car like the one I own
Aint no girl like the one I bone
I got
And the next time you wanna come into a god damn Shop-rite
J-A-Y
The next time you wanna come into a god damn Shop-rite
Yeah
Make sure you tell em
they car doors bent
I'm so pissed, you gon' make me flip
I'ma teach you not to touch my shit
[Missy]
Hello?
[Mo]
Hello?
[Missy]
Who dis?
head
Lil’ baby know you just want me dead
Can you let me count my check
All I wanna do is flex but I don’t have nothing left
Over my head
Lil’ baby know
the history of music
By night, just to pay for that shit, you'd dance
To get your pants was a mission impossible
We were both the same age but I
Suppose
that bitch suck my erection
Im rock hard just like Patrick
Flip that bitch like gymnastics
I only trust my cash friends these niggas be on fag shit
You
up, watch her
In my Crown Holder she in her Republic jeans
That girl wanna give it up, watch her
Lil? ma, what's up? I see you in the party
Now you
sweet)
Sweet like Pearland, sweet like Peachtree (like that)
I can tell you crazy, but shit kind of intrigue me (no, yeah, I like that)
(I don't wanna
You know We making money
Every time my phone ring
They wanna see me fall
But I gotta shine
Used to post up by the 8
Remember selling dimes
It was just
the steak strip and mixed it with the lobster
Sipping Dom Perignon with the fettucine pasta
You aint never seen a hundred bands I can tell by your posture
You
Yall ready know what it is man
I tell you man
We just going to start it off right now
We ain't even going to talk
Everything off the top snupe what
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