Lyrics:
of a killer, 'cause this is my football field
Throwin' passes from a barrel, shoulder pads apparel
But the Q.B. don't stand for no quarterback
Every word is like
at my tennis shoes, I iced that
Who am I? The back-twister, lingerie-ripper
Automatic leg-spreader, quicker brain-getter
Keepin' it gangsta wit' ya, uh
I
not nice
Can't tell me what to do I call the shots like your hot wife
Control the narrative I'm Morgan freeman
My soul imperative I'm sure to keep it
Flex, flex flex flex, flex flex
Slippin' through my shit wonderin'
What hit's it get
Even before the flicks I was always
Hit to flip the script
direction than you've ever known.
Show you your bronzed baby shoes
Now, my how you have grown!
Ain't it nice to fly?
You're waving as soft clouds go
Sit back
Dispatch
Miss that
Any attempt for a quick dash
Fuck all your bullshit
Might pop by with a full clip
Brrrrrrrr
Real nice guy don’t talk
I fought that
What would you do if you was in my shoes?
Leave dudes in the rearview
V-12 engine, corners spinnin'
Twinkies shinin', pinky ring
playin' fore the clip spray 'em
And have his ass M.I.A. like Nick Saban
His whole shit caved in my whole clique cave men
Hardbody nigga my whole shit
a genuine leather wallet
Ow wie's die duidelike meisie (Wys my)
Kyk hier
Hello baby (That's my wife)
Je' Max you got a nice suit
But wys me now kykie why you
Se you go dey if e no dey
Or you go wait if i no buy you
All the nice clothes and the fine shoes
Take you go places wey you want to
Se i go still be
the ocean, riding dolphins, grab 'em by the fin
Uh, yea bitch I'm ten feet tall
Bunch of hoes playing with my beach balls
The money in the way, I don't see
hands up (maybe it's the thug in me)
By age thirteen I was buckwild, good at my knuckle game
Made it through a tough childhood, never be the same
niggaz bitches all the time
Now I'm ridin on twenties wearin nice clothes
But ain't nuttin like pimpin hoes, and ridin Vogues
I live a good life, in my
fucked, choke us
Felt dead, got it tatted on my fingers
Noose hangin from the tree I learned to tie my shoes at
Bring her to the top of the mountain,
to me, baby
My world will never offer more
So, would you let your baby be part of yours?
BRIDGE—
Feels so good
Just to be in it—feels so nice baby, baby
(no)
Smash, dip (dip)
Then I go do it again (again and again)
Bust my nut
I'ma be gone by the count of ten
They ain't hoes if you count on them
is what I need
Fancy clothes, hotel suites
Ain't it nice, is on me
Shit I deserve it I've been working
This long week
Just cashed my check
Hesitant
to say I don't want you around?
Hold me
Choke me on the rail
You don't give me choices
I'll string you by my tail
Fold babe I'm too nice to bail
I won't
ice-cream cones
Shoes and mobile phones
As nice as they are
I thought I'd be so much wiser by now
You thought you'd be the "Alpha Provider" somehow
And like
shoes, thousands in the air
Boat cruise pond the river
White ghost driver, blue dot sippa'
Baby girl nice take you on a trip
Around the world twice paid
Mama
I met a girl
I think she might be something special to my world
Mama
She shop like you
Jewelry, bags, clothes, perfume, hats and shoes
Let me
dance like mad amusement only
Would't you agree that sounds nice
So you mean you just
Don't like wearing shoes
I've got sweety feet
I think I've made my
Hey I'm working here, know what I'm saying
Try to put yourself in my shoes for a second
Its not personal I'm just saying though
Hey look
From when
Ay I'm working here, know what I'm saying
Try to put yourself in my shoes for a second
Its not personal I'm just sayin though
Ay look
From when
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