Lyrics:
long to save you
I was getting my dick sucked, by my secretary
She asked me my sign, I told her bitch Aires
I stay on Barbary and Scott, 5000 block
I
I caught a guy, gave me an awkward eye (What you looking at?)
I - him up in the parking lot with his Karl Kani
I don't give a - if it's dark or not
charging me to breathe
Or maybe they'll buy babies and give them corporate names
Like Little Baby Big Mac, or Finger Licking James
The irony is, this
track intentions
Picture booty perfect
Laying on my chest girl
I like the booty twerking, dancing on this track intentions
So what
Let me love you
Like
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
don't know why they're trying me
I just do me no time for rivalry
It's a shame how you hate, I got something for that
In this game you get ate and you
be callin' code read like Mountain Dew
'Fore I count to you can get cha back blown
'Cause ya gimmicks out of minutes like a track phone
Get back
Let me tell you who suck, like banana Now or Laters
Blac Chyna head the bomb, al-Qaeda
Listen, you want beef I'll cater
Game snap on everything he
compare to me
Get mad if you want to
Get mad if you want to
I'm just driven by the green
I'm just driven by the green
You can get mad if you want to
Get mad
Why know, my homey Treach from Naughty by Nature once said
"If you ain't from the ghetto, don't come to the fuckin' ghetto"
But I'mma let one
Why know, my homey Treach from Naughty by Nature once said
"If you ain't from the ghetto, don't come to the fuckin' ghetto"
But I'mma let one
quarantined nigga
Listen to the sound
SAVAGE
BOUGIE
RACHET
Sue me
For two rounds
Surfin through the town
As they boo me
Shit!
They want me dead like Ghost
You
want me dead like Ghost
You shoulda read the post
They thought that boy was a
SAINT
Now watch the fall in snow
AYO!
Let's be Franklin
It's just
but yall
Pussy's get no no chicks like hickery
Hicks dockery don't fuck with me
Cause now im going with facts
Ill spill'em all out in
1 track im do you
Long summer days under bright blue skies
Mitch James through the speaker my god I feel alive
Ima king so respectable just look me in my eyes
Girls
bout to roll up so what's the hold up?
And there ain't enough liquor in this club
For me to intoxicate a female
You gotta give it up
Tell her tricks
a jack I can lay a track I can pick and shovel too."
He said "Can you swing a hammer" He said "do anything you hire me to."
"Now ain't you something! So
in by
Orpheus in the Underworld
We all admire the killers
The depraved and the profane
They all have something you don't have
They're all good
In the days or years to come day
It'll change you'll see life's something
Something join me say
One day... (One day)
It's gonna get better (Better)
the changes through
I always thought that was special
Something just for me and you
We had a gas this is true, wish it was four and not two
Those nights we'd
get that hand clap)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Give me that hand clap
(Let me get that hand clap)
Now Rick James wid it
Give me
Chilling in my bed no power moves
I wish that I could play 2k all day everyday that’s the shit that I slay
All the homies say they’ll give me the work
Blow
much to me, I just wanna give right back to 'em you know
When 16 ain't enough, but I only get 16, that's like a cage you know
When 16 ain't enough, I
you've gone in ain't no comeback
I was halfway there loosing all track
What is happening in my head now
Something's wrong something's right
Every time when
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