Lyrics:
don't be selfish, we don't take pictures or selfies...
Just rock & roll like elvis...
Strap by my pelvis, you want a blue tip, give you temptation like
he feeling himself
Needa put that lil boy on a shelf
Talking all that shit through someone else
Nigga tripping go play with yourself
Oh by the way that
dick
1st Verse
+Clutching my bitch on my waist
-Extended my dick put da pole at the tip of her face
+I’m sorry Ba-by I dont wait
-Tryna get out but
levelled up so much since then now I'm a businessman (nah no cap)
Yeah, my ideas of surprising a bitch is telling her ass I got a lil ass dick (mmm)
Then
it up)
(Shh, be quiet tip-toe)
Five percent tint, my windows (windows)
Ten bites from, black widow (boom)
Mark of my goals like, bingo (bingo)
Dope
them nigga copy
I found them bows and i got em in by the load i'm really plugged in like a socket
I'm deep in that ocean lil nigga don't try to jump in
you still beneath like your name is Lannister I'm fucking (Jon) snow
Who the fuck are you?
Credits go to the fake places
Not controlled by a fucking
probably mad 'cause they bitch would
A nigga hold that spot, you can blow my cock
Like the mother fuckin' tip good
Tip trill shit real
You can get it on for
of hustlers
Lil' brother, big brother
Mother to grandmother (mmm, I'll tell you what I'm talkin' 'bout)
It's tradition
(You're out of line)
When I was
and her roommate
And if I tip a bitch, we fuckin', it ain't no discussion
It cost to be the boss, my n-gga you way outta your budget
Who you playin' with
the light turned down and the beat down low
.40 cal's and K's out the window
You better do like Lil' Jon told you "Get Low"
'Cause you can cancel
If my sister tour bus, ride through your town
You're gonna have a problem
Tell um Lil' Mama!
Uh uh, no way, you can show me how
Uh uh, no way, you
I won't have it
Got a Khrome lil glock it's Magic
No niggas don't want no static
No games this shit can get real tragic
Why you got ya lil hoe by
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Audemars and bust down Rollies
You wanna know the price, lil' bitch?
Lyin' to her just to fuck
Tell the lil
It ain't safe, my boys don't play
They take off your face for lil Tre
He wasn't usin' his head, now his brain by his waist
A mind a terrible thing
loco
Type to get her own pesos
She gone ride it
On her tip toes
Won’t switch
Like G codes
Get jammed
Hold the whole Load
Type of love
You can’t download
Shopping trips, new french tips
Foreign whip, two tone drip
Whip I skrt leave you in the dirt
Bad ass bitch, she gon flirt yuh
Told lil shawty roll with me
I don't got time for that chitchat
We creep down Brooklyn Park, these pussy niggas do not wanna start
Get shot with hollow tips, these pussy niggas
the teachers, even more by polices
How'd he get the cash? The day his father passed away
Left him with a lil' somethin, 16 he was stuntin
Al B. Sure nigga with
and down girl lemme see it jiggle (Yeah)
Now bounce that thang for a real one (A real one)
Now come here lil mama lemme feel sumn' (Yeah)
Now bounce that
Simmer down lil bitch
Too loud turn it down lil bit
You aint really with the shits getta day job
You won't see me locked up like akon
Ooo if looks
I walk in doin' my dance
Lil' freak bitch, pullin' down my pants
Lil' freak bitch, suck it with no hands
Lil' freak bitch, I can't be your mans
Lil
Sippin top shelf
I don't need no help
Lil Haiti Hop
Club ain't closing then I'm never gon stop
Came in this thang by my lonesome
Sticking on a pill yeah
trickin' and my Tribe
Be on a Quest like Tip and them
On every avenue puttin' the full clip in em
Splittin' and strippin' em down while spittin' a round
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