Lyrics:
Oh, oh oh Oh, oh oh Oh Do you windowsill sit in nothing more Than an undershirt fit for a man and you're Like you almost had it that time before
hate the thought of going ashore,) (And leave these guys here sitting in their undershirts) (We gotta meet all those beautiful dames in their soft silk
behind your head Strap into some heels that hurt You should've kept my undershirt You're like twenty-two girls in one And none of them know what
10 dollars a pop I'm a magnet, the bitch can't help but watch me Socks, drawers, undershirt, Versace, Versace, Versace Designer threads in every form
to Jers' Gun under my undershirt I'm hollerin' "Gilla House!" drunk off the Thunderbird My bitch be like, "Damn nigga wash yo' feet" She say the hair on my
hate the thought of going ashore,) (And leave these guys here sitting in their undershirts) (We gotta meet all those beautiful dames in their soft silk
yo, yo, yo.. watch out!! I run New Jerz Got blood on my wifebeater undershirt (look) Hand to hand you bout half a gram I'm a truckload, backin in,
against your face and gel in your hair Shivering in little undershirts, but don't seem to care Blasted from a disconnected light switch Through
undershirt The pain was no comparison, stomach started cherishin Throwin up in public, yo fuck it, it was embarrassin Regurgitatin, green, yellow, burgundy,
undershirt The pain was no comparison, stomach started cherishin Throwin up in public, yo fuck it, it was embarrassin Regurgitatin, green, yellow, burgundy,
off my undershirt The pain was no comparison, stomach started cherishin' Throwin' up in public, yo fuck it, it was embarrassin' Regurgitatin', green,
a scale My, and my undershirt YSL When he get out of jail 44 to 8th, nigga that's a that's a 454 I hit the gass And get drank all over the floor It's all
The undershirt with zippers, the sneaks that look like pet The Day-Glo plastic raincoats-it's uglier than sin And about the Bambi lunchbox Earth to Mom, come
tired body in And you wrap it up in your undershirt And you pray for the pain to leave him
bitch, I thought you knew. Catch me on my corner; burner undershirt; some heat. If you got some questions, catch me in the mother-fucking streets,
people to be reimbursed Get endorsed by other people if its in reverse Even if you drive a regal in ya undershirt Just know you deserve the rari with
got weed and percs I make that money work And i got to keep a stick Tucked in the undershirt I'm the cartier prince Shawty loving my shit Foreign
on a street corner In nothing but a pair of briefs Socks undershirt sweater jeans Ball cap and shoes What just happened I ask myself As I walk by an appliance
back to business Say you miss me never visit What you thought it was We jumping in No one on one with us Cuzzo got it It's tucked like a undershirt
around-can tell he been here a while This guy is never down (No way)-always givin' his best No undershirt on-got a little hair on his chest He sucked
White undershirt You left at my place Blood thicker than water dripping down from your face Forehead wrinkles set in With your needless grace Can't
We all wanna find our niche, even if it's waist deep Three feet down because we're half dead Sleep tight, wear your heart on your undershirt sleeve
would flirt Doped me up, I wouldnt hurt Revelation about the Bert Reach under n rip my undershirt It's asunder, throw it under like an introvert When
We all wanna find our niche, even if it's waist deep Three feet down 'cos we're half dead Sleep tight, wear your heart on your undershirt sleeve in
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