Lyrics:
forget that boy told you
Get, that, dirt off your shoulder
I probably owe it to y'all, proud to be locked by the force
Tryin' to hustle some things,
forget that boy told you
Get, that, dirt off your shoulder
I probably owe it to y'all, proud to be locked by the force
Tryin' to hustle some things,
a doggy all on my bone
I met another girl, her name was Ann
All she wanted was to freak with a man
When I met Ann, I shook her hand
We ended up freakin'
a doggy all on my bone
I met another girl, her name was Ann
All she wanted was to freak with a man
When I met Ann, I shook her hand
We ended up freakin'
hittin' your crib, no advance, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Rip off the shirt, rip off the, rip off the, rip off the pants
Do it no hands, yeah, do it, no handstand
hittin' your crib, no advance, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Rip off the shirt, rip off the, rip off the, rip off the pants
Do it no hands, yeah, do it, no handstand
recline and keep laughing
Oh, no, don't panic
Split your wig, no cabbage
Her brain like Einstein, gave me brain damage
What you need what you want
Need
night
Got your bitch out the DM, put her on a flight
I don't understand nothin' but them dollar signs
Blue cheese in my off whites
I've been drinkin'
Lost in your arms again
Lost in the waves
Standing by a river got me caught up in my dreams
Caught in-between, rough undercurrent in the stream
This
the
Keys to me beamer
Sim simma
Who got the
Keys to me beamer
Sim simma
Who got the
Keys to me beamer
Had my hands together
You had your hands out
I was
lock the door, got a key that gon' fit yours
That awkward pause, when you see he a rich boss
Then start supporting my dreams when I lift off
Y'all get
me off the road
I don't even care about the lights, no mo
I don't even care about the lights, no mo
Keys in my hands, I'm driving, yeah
Keys in my
the Cadillac
Take the keys baby you ain't gotta hand em back
Go crazy baby you know I can handle that
Scorsese lady show me where the cameras at
Go and tell
And you know we don't stop until your party ends
So get your hands up high, if you feel me reply
'Cause you know these brothers here, we keep it extra
your hands off my girl,
Keep your hands off my girl,
They say "Aha, aha",
But the record keeps playing,
The same old song,
They say "Aha, aha",
she knocked at the door
I was standing with the keys in my hand to the four by four
Jumped in my ride, checkin' that nobody saw
The club was lit when
thorough
She four reading Cornrows by Camille Yarborough
I keep her hair braided, bought her a black Barbie
I keep her mind free; she ain't no black
yeah)
Jet black Cadillac
Growin' on them twenty somethin'
Tall bag off the yack alpines steady bumpin'
Four five on the side
Tucked by the seat heater
diamonds, shoulda gave you his heart, ya see?
Jealousy strikes again, but she, said I'm just tryna wave at the man,
then he, turned her eyes black and blue
dusted, musta been the way they threw the cuffs on her
She broke the shits, went and rushed the kid
Wavin' her hands, she had a half an axe, all in her
throat
Grab her and throw her in the the black sedan have her gasp
Bring her to her destination I am like a taxi cab
Tie her up I'm taking off my black ski
a crash, they broke through the door, they on her ass
Jumped off the balcony like a falcon Gee
With honey right in back of me, feel on top of the snow in
the almighty Black Jack (throw your hands up)
Mos Def, K West (throw your hands up)
Ghetto people, get this shit off your chest (throw your hands up)
North
George Floyd
Say her name
Breonna Taylor
Hey Hey
(Hands up)
Ho Ho
(Don’t shoot)
These racist cops have got to go
(Hands up, Don’t shoot)
Hey Hey
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