Lyrics:
hearin' 'em
(This America man)
Blasted off a tab yeah I'm tweakin' already
Heard there's a party at The Lodge, gotta start sippin' steady
Yeah I been in
She don't know money so she callin' you rich
You ain't got game so you fall for the shit
Spend it all in this bitch 'til it's gone and she split
Now
girl
There goes my baby
Loving everything you do
Ooh girl, look at you
Bet you ain't know that I be checking you out
When you be putting your
She bad and she know it
But the genuine type
She ain't ruled by force
Of your expectations
She is who she is
She ain't never fakin'
First name POWERFUL
She bad and she know it
But the genuine type
She ain't ruled by force
Of your expectations
She is who she is
She ain't never fakin'
First name POWERFUL
leavin' so soon
Oh, St. Teresa, higher than the moon
Reach down for the sweet stuff, when she looks at me
I know any man sees you like I see
Follow down
And she's like "how you like my hair? "
I'm like "that bob looks fly but them lips, oh my"
Can't wait til you plant that kiss on me, on me, on me, on me,
you can get faked
Out by the bitch that you feelin'
'Cause you thought that she was an angel
That bitch ain't no angel, I treat her halo like
just tryin' to get by
For that money on the side
There's no surprise
She's just tryin' to get by, oh I know
This ho lookin' for dollars
This ho
girl
There goes my baby
Loving everything you do
Ooh girl, look at you
Bet you ain't know that I be checking you out
When you be putting your
I’m like
How you do that there?
The way she throw that ass back
It’s like she don’t even care
I’m like ooh, ooh, ooh,
Look at her ooh, ooh, ooh
Look
at night, she gone by the mornin' (gone)
Uh, ooh, open it up
Uh, ooh, open it up (yeah)
Uh, ooh, Kriss Kross jump
Uh, ooh, with a bale in the trunk
Yeah, ooh, I think she like me
Ooh, I think she like me
Ooh, I think she like me (me)
Hundred 'round tucked in my Nike
Pink Lamborghini, no
be this love-struck
But if you ain’t by my side it’s looking fucked up
That’s pretty fucked up ain’t it yo
Oh whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
I just need you
goods
Pretty mama doing everything a pretty mama should
She bad she know she bad
She walked through a forest
And tripped by a tree
Soon her anger
I'ma take your life (that's my- that's my-)
I'm a killer, so don't push me
I don't really care too much for pussy
I ain't cheat the grind, look where
Uh, check it out, uh
I steps in where the Mo's and the hoes at bay-bee!
Fuck all that pretty shit
Takin' it back to the gutter for you
and tappin' in Christmas wrappin'
Sayin' ain't I pretty and ain't I cute and look at my skin
Look at my skin shine, look at my skin glow
Look at my skin
your tempo be free be free
Surrender your ego be free be free to yourself
Oooh ooh
If there's a God or any kind of justice under the sky
If there's
you)
You look so deep
You know that it humbles me,
Your by my side and troubles them don't trouble me
Many have called but the chosen Is you
Whatever
flow money is full (yeah)
Look at that horse, look at that horse (yeah)
Look at that horse (look at that horse)
Pretty as hell, au naturale
Dinin'
Many different noises many different sceneries Splendid scenarios from mono to stereo
We always looking for a hero but never look inside he though or she
I pull in a Ken
Like Jazzie, Stacie, Nicki (grrah)
All of the Barbies is pretty (damn)
All of the Barbies is bad
It girls (It girls) and we ain't
we tight like a lock knot, ooh (I like the crew)
Shawty she bad rocking nothing but a crop-top, ooh (Damn girl look at you)
It’s a great day for
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