Lyrics:
Yeah, girl, you so sexy do
As she just lay at your feet
I wanna see what's under there
There now put it in the air
Yeah, load it on my macbook air
them frozen like a vegetable
Westwood whats really good in
The hood my dude? And I've got the drop top
You see me driving through
I get them chopped
on her LIIPS. You so Lippy Jay C Game raps simply like I could do better bars speaking from my Pee Pee See OG wont be Respected Anymore by me how dare you
on her LIIPS. You so Lippy Jay C Game raps simply like I could do better bars speaking from my Pee Pee See OG wont be Respected Anymore by me how dare you
fuck you up
On purpose, on purpose
Automatic K and it's squirtin' (Bow!)
I'm double cup in my lean, swisher sweet in my fruity
Got twenty plus in
And a good girl in my tax bracket
Got a black card that'll let Saks have it
These Chanel bags is a bad habit
I-I do balls, Dal Mavericks, my Maybach, black
The way you bring your light into this room
I love it girl
The way you lace that up when you in them shoes
I love it girl
The way your lip looks after
her)
Painted lady passing by
(Like arrive derchi)
She looks into your eyes
(Like you wanna search me)
Are you more than just divine?
(Like you
a chevy truck, no petty bucks
N act up like ya money is long
It get ugly in the morn like these chicks wit no make up on
You already know Im a problem
My
Look
You can tell that it's fire
From the aroma
Bad bitch with me
Favor Apollonia
Little Red Corvette
Piercing through the Purple Rain My face
love and basketball (okay)
First take off ya shirt, (Uh,huh)
Gone take off dem drawls/
I'm try tryna break you off baby, aye
Break you off baby,
gon' be the worst
All my problems put 'em in a hearse
Fuck her good, buy that bitch a purse
Eat the pussy, blame it on the perc
Nigga you was
a learner's fee
How to turn your girlfriend to a circus freak
Cool by the word of Keith, fabric by the hand of Zeus
Acting like you fucking with me, that's
prone to static
Come through the jam and wreck the mic by force of habit
Tantalizin' make you feel good like cryin'
I can't be dissed so you can stop
The pin stripes and the gray, the one I wore on Mondays and Wednesdays
While niggas flirt I'm sewing tigers on my shirts, and alligators
You want to see
on her feet
And I know when I look back you'll hurt from when you disowned me
I'll explain you in some words your cheap, angry, and a deadbeat
I said
for the boys
And everyone knows that, thank you Mr. Portnoy
Step in the bathroom and I hear the subs are slappin
Good thing I have a crispy with me in
compressing my cravings
Okay, people been asking what have you done lately
I don't have much to show except for union with what made me
In these modern times, I
him with the other six, that's seven man
Give me a medal man, Devilman, sekkle man
You'll get eaten
In a lyrical war I can't get beaten
'Cause my lyrics
Girl you looking good
But you look better by my side
You know I like it right girl
Oh my God
Looking through my phone
You know I don't even reply
encompassed by the darkness in reality of stories
It's so gory, but I'm still spelling
Spit in a ill dwelling, fill it, got a hell of a yell
I write raps that
a goal then ima reach that
Sing to yo bitch like Keith Sweat
Now i'm cool on bitches I need checks
Work so hard I aint sleep yet
If you got my heart you
you in my arms
Now look at you now big, but I worry about you
I worry about you all the time, hangin' out on the corner
All times at night with
you in my arms
Now look at you now big, but I worry about you
I worry about you all the time, hangin' out on the corner
All times at night with
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