Lyrics:
you cross me brody you're dead to me
Your baby girl, she just some head to me
I'm living good, you looking fed to me
Tryna be great, it's more than
you cross me brody you're dead to me
Your baby girl, she just some head to me
I'm living good, you looking fed to me
Tryna be great, it's more than
Holiday Inn,
Say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend
Master Gee! My mellow!
It's on to you, so whatcha gonna do?
Well, it's
learn the two degrees (uh)
Degree number one, keep your hon' off trees
Degree number two (what?), keep your girl 'round you
Never trust a girl, Lord
to her I said hello
She said: "Hey, you're kind of cute" I said: "Yes, I know, but...
By the way, sweetheart, what's your name?"
She said: "My friends
for me at your record store/
Squeeze the neck of an exec, burn the ship wreck on shore/There's no safe haven from the raven nevermore/
In my lane they
a learner's fee
How to turn your girlfriend to a circus freak
Cool by the word of Keith, fabric by the hand of Zeus
Acting like you fucking with me, that's
around, and
I'm touching my fucking limbs
And I'm good before anybody called me and
Said congratulations or anything nice
It had already changed it
Wasn't
an entrance)
I couldn't finish off my sentence (hah)
Good girl, you don't hop around
Hands up if you're proud of your body count (hands up)
How many?
I can
and stress
Run up in your label, flip the table on the execs
Tell 'em all to kiss my ass when I jump on the desk
And show 'em what a fucking promise is
to make you understand
I'd sing it softly in your ear and grab you by the hand
Just keep it stuck inside your head, like your favorite tune
And know my
I said hello
she said you're kind of cute I said yes I know
but by the way sweetheart what's your name
she said my friends like to call me exotic
know me from that block where we move them rocks)
(You better make it fast, watch your ass, or get pursued by cops)
You don't know what its like up
know me from that block where we move them rocks)
(You better make it fast, watch your ass, or get pursued by cops)
You don't know what its like up
to her I said hello
She said: "Hey, you're kind of cute" I said: "Yes, I know, but...
By the way, sweetheart, what's your name?"
She said: "My friends
Never slowing down niggas mustard fucked up
I'm yelling ketchup now
Stocks going up by the record
So do not hit my jack
Unless it's checks around
Or it's
I keep it cool, baby
Kid Cudi, riding the cuddy
As by the girls yeah they on scream love me
Double oh represent it til I'm finished
Ask bout GOOD
yerr I'm like what happening?
You get outta hand
I get outta pocket
Cash the contents from your wallet
While I'm rappin off measure, outer pocket
yerr I'm like what happening
You get outta hand
I get outta pocket
Cash the contents from your wallet
While I'm rappin off measure, outer pocket
a sigh that death threw
Taught myself and kept room
For my best, off the roof
Swung my hands, as her moods
Turned off day news
Turned off, they knew it's
crying in my arms girl why you looking at me sideways
Sometimes I try to cut you off but yet you still by me
Sometimes you try to cut me off but yet you
batman rims,
Jump out, girls like damn that's them?
Drop dead coupe, drop top benz,
Me and your friends, can all be friends,
Walk through the club,
bitches
Out here talking to feds Rat Niggas
Even police tryna kill us
Keep ya hands in Air Hands-Up
We bouta take over da World
Like pinky and brain
I'll put a gun in your hand and make you kill
In cellophane bags, I've found my way
To heads of state and children at play
I'm financed in China,
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