Lyrics:
can fly
The sky
Look like an option
Its ironic
The more I fall
The higher I get
Drunk off
What's inside of yo draws
I love this lust and all
From
don’t need your help, cause
I’m a bad b**** and I’m (instrumental break)
BAD BY MY DAMN SELF (music breaks, lead vocal says/sings this by herself)
smoke
You calling up yo girl like where is this hoe
But she can not answer got dick in her throat
All of my demons dey ready to blow
My choppa is
like Sammy Gravano
It's easy, child barely an Italiano
But don't do it, she'll have your eight by ten on every channel
[Chorus]
No honey can set
I-N-C into a flow
Funk flipped flat back first this foul, fight, fight, fight
Laugh yo, how'd that sound? (ooh)
It's a Leader Quest mission and we
I-N-C into a flow
Funk flipped flat back first this foul, fight, fight, fight
Laugh yo, how'd that sound? (ooh)
It's a Leader Quest mission and we
of Bar-be-Q potato chips
Plus your main honey loved us
Slip her some bomba, she'll fuck twenty of us
Yo, you pack that little ass gun like 'Harlem Nights'
words.
Let’s make this the summer of love again!
Don’t be fooled by the media.
Well you close your eyes;
You make love with a smile.
But baby you take
Hello?
Yo, who this?
Yo, this-
Yo, what up, man?
Yo, what's up, dude? Who this?
This is the Black Thought
Oh, what's up, G?
What's good? Yo
Hello?
Yo, who this?
Yo, this-
Yo, what up, man?
Yo, what's up, dude? Who this?
This is the Black Thought
Oh, what's up, G?
What's good? Yo
chick (yo)
This is no intention of bein' offensive to women
By calling y'all bitches, my down-ass bitches
Still my queen, princess cuts look clean
chick (yo)
This is no intention of bein' offensive to women
By calling y'all bitches, my down-ass bitches
Still my queen, princess cuts look clean
Cruisin baby (c'mon)
Roll down these streets (bounce)
Bounce (yeah)
Yo, yo
"I wanna" take a trip to the Beverly Center
And scoop a mean model broad
Cruisin baby (c'mon)
Roll down these streets (bounce)
Bounce (yeah)
Yo, yo
"I wanna" take a trip to the Beverly Center
And scoop a mean model broad
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
jump fresh (Fuck you)
You got anamocity on yo chest
Brang yo azz out doz, brang yo azz out doz
nigga brang yo azz out doz
[Verse 5]
It was this fly
the bitch exciter
I only love my hoes when I'm goin up inside her
Problem number one is gettin money
I'd rather taste the green than sip the honey
So
of me
Cuz I got mental telepathy
Yo this is the epitamy
Of something that you don't
Think it should be
But in this vicinty it's '93
Until infinity,
you hearing unless you hearing it from within
Niggas love to gossip they got bitch inside they veins
You’ll become a trending topic if You ever @ my
mesmerized
With your black hair and your fat-ass thighs
Yeah, yeah look, love I'm mesmerized by you
Saw a little dimple and I knew I had
To try you in
Yo, hah yo, rah, yo, yo
Yo, yo, yo
Yo, I got stress on my brain that causes chest pains
Inside the best frames ghetto blood clots is scored by
gold, dashed and climbed in this van
To steal it and seen a man holding a 9 in his hand
Shot him from the bottom up
Stole his keys, put 'em inside
like a savage
And MO30, bullet proof tuxedos, transactions, see-notes for the kilos
'Bout our money, killa bees love the honey, puttin' a sting
tell by the way you've been lookin at yo girlfriend
I can tell by the way you've been dancing wit yo girlfriend
I can tell from how you look inside
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