Lyrics:
250 on the dash this hellcat move like a shooting star
I Walked into a gallery wit my girl and bought expensive art
I Told my girl im getting money just
out her oldie moves
And wait, you're only 22
Baby swing on by it'll be a whole mood
If you keep on busing it down
Pretty soon you'll be running the town
frustrated from ya lies ya lies
Catch you all the time don’t act surprise surprise
Girl you think you slick girl you know you fried
And you can’t keep no
those champagne sippin' money fakers
Taste the quarter pound with spice from Chi-town
Now what that prove? You're so full you can't even move (yeah,
me stealin' it
Life expectancy ain't even 20 years
Even my peers live in fear of
Over here on my side
We live and die by who-ride
Genocide, Crack pipes
They say I’m the villain but all of these girls wanna get saved (Yah) (Gang)
They copy the drip you know that they tryna ride the wave (Yah) (Pew
a curse
Jointed together, a blessed sight
Bonded by the cosmic fight
Our cosmic fight is over and inspired
But now we are impossibly tired
We didn't
Driving me psycho
Thinking of times when i had you hitting them high notes
Tell me how am i supposed
To get over this shit when I'm trapped in a time zone
Cause I just wanna see your eyes
Move your body closer to me I can tell that you want me
Girl you look sexy tonight (Night)
Bring your body over here girl
and try to analyze this (analyze this)
Hand over fist, how can a man act like a bitch?
Change and switch, snitch on his crew
Yo, get rid of the niggas
Have these niggas wearing halos
Occupation change to angel
All I know's revenge
They way they sin they can't repent
Take your girl by ten
I'll have her
Or bygones be bye, gone
We gon hold it down for the right song
We can bust a move with the lights on
And we will never care about the way they put they spice
star
You’ll go blind, you’ll go mad, you’ll be scoured by scars
But do you believe what the fact gougers say…?
June felt like popcorn at the end
above all you jive suckers
Listen, that's word to my mother
You throw a shot at me
I'm throwing a shot back
Your's is on a joint
Mine's whistling by your
life is? (Huh?)
My brain's dead weight, I'm tryna get my head straight
But I can't figure out which Spice Girl I want to impregnate (oh)
And Dr. Dre
those champagne sippin' money fakers
Taste the quarter pound with spice from Chi-town
Now what that prove? You're so full you can't even move (yeah,
is call
Let me show you how to ball
About to piss some people off
Let me flip you over
Dig in deeper when I move in closer
Rub you all over
Let me give
gotta do is call
Let me show you how to ball
Bout to piss some people off
Let me flip you over
Diggin' deeper when I'm move in closer
Rub you all over
Let
she in all over the girls when I'm teaming up
It's getting hotter in this bitch, windows are steaming up
Amazed by the pinky, neck, and wrist be
basket. And
finally Oliver St John-Mollusc (G.C.), Harrow and the Guards, thought
by many to be this year's outstanding twit. Now they're moving up
me
She said she got a man but he ain't fucking like me
I ain't take her home, I bend her over the seat
Cops drive by, see me grabbing and slapping her
just wanna move with you)
You're diggin' my groove (you're diggin' my groove)
I look like a move to ya
Sip by sip, girl
Let me see the way that you
the breeze
Scratch that tornado
Nah it's tsunami
The devil be trying to steal my calm so God can deny me
Protected by God so please do not try me
Imma shoot
You make me reckless, reckless everyday
You make me reckless
Standin' by the disco floor
Spot this girl
My heart jump and move
Yeah, yeah
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