Lyrics:
phone out babygirl we takin pics tonight
Not to be a prodigy but I think you Mrs. Right
And I ain’t come here for nobody but I’ll leave with a bite
Yeah
fuck nigga, we ain't for none over here
We ain't for none (nah), we ain't for none (nah)
We ain't for none, lil bro blow heat for fun
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Akademiks called her one of Diddy's side joints (uh-huh)
Right now them City Girls is down a thousand points (they down)
Saweetie fucked Lil Baby, I knew
makin' love ooo I'ma fuck you right
Yo
It's you and me til the day that we die
I'm livin' life with my bae by my side
I'm gettin money and she can get
in a backwood but I still reverse the clip
Ain't got no picks say I'm too gangsta bitch you motherfucking right
Don't stop the car I'm hopping out
Give
this blunt to the face
Cop me a mazzi, don't need me a bae
You a lil thot, stay out of my way
When you say, you love me, I ain't know what to say
When
ain't a thang
When it come to money I got it, man
You the next best thang, I'm the hottest, mayne
You talk that shit, I'm 'bout it, mayne
We way over
light
Ghosted a nigga, you looking better
I guess I was Mr. Wrong, right
Or maybe it was wrong timing cause I was still willing to fight, for you
Bad
conversations every word is expensive
AZ major leagues I'm with Mr. Exquisite uhhh
We so God Body, Ain't nobody above me except God probably
Lil Spanish Mami
Got it by the bird and he got it by the quarter.
Cocaine,
So he keep one in the holster,
Colombian connects, so they call him Lil' Sosa.
Gotta try
know
All a nigga really need is a lil' bit
Not a lot baby girl just a lil' bit
We can head to the crib in a lil' bit
I can show ya how I live in
problably worked at tha tity bar
We see yo tittys and yo ass got u pretty far
Fly bitches aint impressed by a lil gold
But soakin wet off the power that
they call me the boss
I ain't stealing no more cause I got what it cost
I'ma grind for to get it, it won't be a loss
By the end of next year, I'ma triple
the club
We throwed them hunnids not no ones
Throwing them hunnids we fuck them
Whole by the firm
Step in the club
Pocket full of hundred, no ones
Choppa
ain't never gon' date
Ay, they say we can't maintain
Only real niggas remain
'Ye say that we the new slaves
I need to ball with a chain
I got a real
I know I do some things that's wrong
You do some things that wrong, you know what I'm saying?
We ain't perfect, we all make mistakes
Na, na, na,
back, boy
(you got my back right?)
Sure 'nough
Even though them chicks be hatin' on us
Still I'm gonna keep her by my side
In whatever situation we gon'
around the corner", and popped her li'l punt
Apartment 5701, told her I was eatin' right now
Be over there when I get done, got there, knocked on the door
know
All a nigga really need is a lil' bit
Not a lot baby girl just a lil' bit
We can head to the crib in a lil' bit
I can show ya how I live in
silence
Ima just sell em a dime
And be right back to you in due time
Nah lil baby I promise
She know I'm lying
She know we solid
I put the mid in the rello
up
Right when y'all finna leave the joint then I show up
Star-spangled up and my chain got cuts
Mr. T looked, saw my shit and went nuts
Starks
They want me to keep rapping that ain't paying bills
They want me to quit trapping but that's how I live
Lil brother want the nigga dead he know I
on chrome
Down south we got dvd's inside our home
[Lil' Flip]
Down south we ballin for the millennium
I got a drop escalade and I ain't even twenty-one
We ka barely play spades
Cause I ain't tryna deal with cha
But I'm like
Had to catch my breath for a lil second
Every second equals mo money
So I
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