Lyrics:
times the way I like to get down
So if you with it baby we could go like 10 rounds
But baby it's your choice
You screamin' out my name I hope
bout you, my nigga you'll never know
These labels and artist hit me up unless the deal good I can't go
With my brothers on the stage, we gon rock out
in her eyes, see the sin in her (sinner)
Fuck it, baby, go on bring your friend with her (come on)
Young rich bastard, I got ten figures (ten
Gonna dance with my darlin'
With a hold in her stockin'
Dance by the light of the moon
Ooh, by the light, by the light, of the silvery moon
We gonna
high baby
Like that's a vibe
Hoping we don't lose it
First day I saw you boy it hit me hard
That look you gave me steppin' out your car
The way you
that's my baby)
Yeah (mm-mm)
Yeah, yeah (mm-mm)
Go (mm-mm)
Yeah, yeah
Levels (yeah, yeah)
Rich-ass steppers (yeah)
She never been hit by a stepper
to touchin' on me (woo, woo)
I put all my money on it
'Cause you know you workin' with some ass, yeah, you bad, yeah
Make a nigga spend his cash, yeah, his
a bow flexin
Keep me some work like we hang with the Mexicans We run the street, no pedestrians
We in the street, we be deep as parade Pull out my whip
came out to nine oh you fuck with nine
When niggas say when you ready
Spin on your block with them cutters and
We gon' see who be steppin'
He say he down
introduce your girl to some boss living
Everything 2K around me like I'm Irving
I'm in Oakland with the Stephens
All my niggas got a F-N
Hit shorty on DM
Got
gotta confess my sins to my pastor
Try fuck with me
It’s a threesome ting
Gotta bring a bad b called karma
I stepped out dare inna blacked-out fit
Now
you got me, bae, you got me, bae)
I'm steppin' out with shackles on my ankles (oh, bae, you got me, bae, you got me, bae)
You wonder why you turned me
no mistake
Keep it simple
Trust in my God
Body, and Mental
Simple
Durag waves, Denims
And Timbos
Simple, Floetry
Over the
Instrumental
Simple
Pray for
that turk oh yea the rest of that
What do you want to chase it with we're out of Hawaiin Punch
Baby stop playin I mix whatever with that bourbon
Then
tried to boo ya
Label shoot ya, stressed out with brain tumors
My gat claps, fifty percent of the wack
Take it back to real rap, Krylons wit' the fat
If we can survive this, then anything is possible.
And I will stick with the ones who are by my side.
I have always had their back, and I know (know)
on us, sweet lady
Maybe we can share our love with things we haven't latley
'cause I got a crush on you, my baby
[Mr. Cheeks]
Baby we can hang out
But we're on the rooftop baby, with a boom box baby
And a couple more drinks'll get the truth out baby
Time to cool off baby, so we'll pool hop baby
Ha-ha-heeey
Boy, that's Tung Twista for ya
Comin at ya in 3d
Ha-ha-ha
??? funkier than that, boy
Check it out
Kick it again
My tongue is spinnin
I follow with
My fake cologne a Glock 19
I'm gon' spray 'em with that fragrance
16 in this magazine, we pull up, hop out
Then we chasin' hop in this whip
We
inherit my style?
Now, out the clear blue sky, I can't deny
Not a day goes by, don't get high, don't ask why
Tonight's the night for me to rip
dummy
I got niggas takin' packs, but it ain't no honey
I was in love with the streets, then we got a divorce
I got tired of fightin' cases, in and out
Momma was like, "Baby now, I hate to see your tears
But I been with your daddy for bout 35 years and in my day, I had to turn a blind eye to cheatin'
out alive (M-M-Maybach Music)
Horror stories, my mama made it through the Holocaust
Candle burnin', them people came to cut the power off
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