Lyrics:
tech pop out if that mess pop out
How you ridin'? Want you ain't worried bout flossin'
You hollerin' f**k what I'm talking your shit better than
dvd's
And I wondered if you felt the same
Just say the word, I'll be on my way
I'm just a few, few blocks away
I just want to see your pretty face
pictures
Listen to me, I see your career goin' sky high
Takin' you home to the crib in the Chi
And every time I see your thighs, I cry when I drive by
than yours, I can be ready to brawl
I can be shattered and all, nobody want to be hard
Better be ready for war, tell me who ready for more
Joyner
(Feels good)
Listen you can call me what you want
Black and ugly but you can't convince me the
Lord don't love me
When my cds drop, they sell the best
You
about true love baby I can't tell you what I'm dreaming of
So if you want your first romance to leave a mark then come on let me tell you just how
you want it to slip
But slippin' is somethin' I don't do
Tippin' for life that's like makin' it rain
Every month on schedule
Let me tell you, get your
already fucking and we only met last week
We're both young, not yet antique
So her mindset was working for my technique
Tell her that I love her and by next
Gangsta… Fo real tho… poppingtags … Fo real tho
I see you fake… Fo real tho…
Killed yo homie over a BITCH tho… told you that aint yo chic boi
Ion
Gangsta… Fo real tho… poppin tags … Fo real tho
I see you fake… Fo real tho…
Killed yo homie over a BITCH tho… told you that aint yo chic boi
Ion
Chic like you the girl is always sexy
She loves backseats in taxis and talking good and trashy
[Rap]
Everyone buying your drinks
Everyone wants
This cheating life got a nigga going crazy
And honestly, I'm just over entertaining
Woman after woman
Trying to get the perfect chic
When I had her
It's not that chics fault.
It's ya mans fault
She gonna do what she wants baby what you thought
If he your man than he wouldn't have been cheaters
I want your love
And all your lcver's revenge dances
You and me could write a bad rcmance spin
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Caught in a bad
your lil' ass like a DVD
I caught my lil' ho with a EBT
I think this ho thinking 'bout havin' ten of me
Ten of me, ten of me, ten of me
She want some
mystique, they say I'm c'est magnifique
When I'm in Par-ee, I'm the chic-est of the chic
They love my body odor and my bad toupee
They love my stripey
by a thread
And I want them dead
I sat on read thinking funny I asked you to my my crib
Did you think Id lay your voice on the track in my hood
Your
want you
I want you by my side
Want you, want you
I want you by my side
I don't just need you, my love
I want you, want you
So many reasons to love
..uh ..uh
You're so chic oh I love the way you do
And flossy like the way you move
You're so chicjust can't help but look at you
Saucyooo
Alright
just touch energy made of gold
Inside your soul you know you want to let it go
La freak, jump off the wall
The vibes will set you free
La chic, got
at your throat, don't want no smoke, you know it's pressure
Runnin' 'round reckless, caught a charge, like a brand new Tesla
Ride the wave, I'm on the sea
I am
I want back, our precious times
Kiss by kiss,
Starting on your breast
Long night chills, cause of burning sex
Wish by wish, make you all
And I still got love for the thc
Play like jumanji
I got the bars like I’m gandhi
I want the money
Back from the dead like a mummy
I’m droppin the ball
day then when I get home
I want to spend some time with my man alone
DVD or some BET
Dinner for two, just you and me
Honey's at the gym playing
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