Lyrics:
You're my pimp baby, you're my pimp baby
Buddy Roe
'Cause I'm yo pimp pimp, now let me hear you say it!
Latoya Edwards
You're my
need to stay
By my side (by my side, baby)
By my side, by my side
I need you, baby
Only with you by my side
By my side, baby
Only with you by my
Oh boy, It's hard to wait anymore
Prayed for patience then my momma told me wait on the Lord
I might have thought I should have made it by the way I
Aye. Mr. Nice Guy. There's no more Mr. Nice Guy
Mr. Nice Guy. There's no more Mr. Nice Guy
This is like my new way to live my life by
They say they
kirenlinko 47 used by talabans
If I sent the word to my niggas this would be their plan
At his next to kin a fleet of niggas spraying out of a van
couple
in her DM like "What it do, baby?" (What it do, though?)
SAVO my bro like Mario, Luigi, I want you to be my Daisy (I do, I do)
I'm tryna look fresh but
(Brrt, bang)
Baby, she grabbin' my dick
I told her let go of my Eggo (Woo)
Baby, she checkin' my swag
She wanna build with me
Like motherfuckin' Legos
Give me my Ventolin inhaler and two Xenadrine
And I'll invite Sarah Palin out to dinner then
Nail her, baby, say hello to my little friend
Brit,
Give me my Ventolin inhaler and two Xenadrine
And I'll invite Sarah Palin out to dinner then
Nail her, baby, say hello to my little friend
Brit,
Give me my Ventolin inhaler and two Xenadrine
And I'll invite Sarah Palin out to dinner then
Nail her, baby, say hello to my little friend
Brit,
Carter 5 time
Give me high five, my fire high
I'm waving bye bye, to the fireflies
I got guys on your guys guys
And your guys guys
RIP to Soulja Slim,
live in brooklyn
Well keith, cee know, my fist in butters fro
We live in brooklyn
The fly clothes, cash flow, and crazy hells to spark
It's crowded
by myself and I
Can't stop, no, fucking with these bitches, gotta
Lock down, cause my heart been feeling extra stronger
Want you, but I know I can do
Walker, sittin' in a saucer
Checkin' out the guys that are passing by
By, by, by, by, by
Maybe your baby done made some other plans
Maybe your baby
Walker, sittin' in a saucer
Checkin' out the guys that are passing by
By, by, by, by, by
Maybe your baby done made some other plans
Maybe your baby
me baby
Bitch, I'm the bandit, these niggas don't phase me
Checkin' my loc, like, lil' bitch, you is crazy
Bad bitch on my body, she off of the molly
Baby, she grabbin' my dick
I told her let go of my Eggo (Bitch)
Baby, she checkin' my swag
She wanna build with me
Like motherfuckin' Legos (Checkin' it)
gave you guys my heart
In each and every show
And I sing, yeah, I flow, yeah, I sing, yeah
I flow i packed up all my bags and
Then I hit the door
I
volatile
I can't be that kind of guy
Look
I got bitches tryna trap me
Others claiming babies said I been they baby daddy
Posted on my lonely brodie hoeing
fly, I could take your guy
'Cause they know I got the bomb and that ain't no lie
Play the song on the radio
Gotta let my baby know
When I get it,
died
It is only I, the son of a God
The Birdman baby that fuckin' guy
I love that fuckin guy
Now I'm the Birdman Jr so fuckin' fly
Hold up
I'm just
Well I'm a Fugee on mic I'm checkin' comin' from my temple
With a message, to deliver, but the back is very simple
I'm the girl "Yankee" rollin' wit'
react
I can't lie, I woke up hot
Twenty missed calls from the guys
Mama told me buddy died
Ain't brush my teeth, i'm right on live
Yeah, it's bustin', let
on by this big tall guy
I saw her tell him in no uncertain terms
Get outta my face or you gonna get burned
He walked off like a hang-dog, tail between his
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