Lyrics:
lights, the streets
I don't know where I am going, but my only wish
Is running away from my thoughts
When the daytime
Takes me to the bound
It comes
Talking:Cuz I'm tellin you man they ain't nothing else to talk about
the same shit every motherfuckin album, I don't give a damn how many he put
out
ho brrrup!
Badman nuh touch road lef' di machine
When mi step out, mi seh
di whole team clean
Shell eh whole bar whenever wi step in
If yuh violate,
to the throat
Niggas kill niggas for steppin' on their toe
A girl is a bitch and a lady is a ho
When anything goes for a little bit o'docey
Shit get cooked by
mind
And I don't gotta question if she mine
True loyalty and honesty
Even if I go blind
She’ll stay by my side
She’ll stay by my side
She my sweet apple
working on my dick and I don't even pay
Chorus:
I've got bitches; in the back
Bitches; in the front
Bitches; by my side
Bitches; oh
Got bitches; in
life
Could you imagine bein' lit up by some hot shells?
Imagine bein' tossed around and put in jail
Imagine life when you can't get from under
Imagine
come an give gifts just like it's a skit
(Ho ho hoooooo)
It's a lil girl in China, working to design a gift she'll never receive
(Yikes)
Meanwhile in
I took myself down to the Tally-Ho Tavern to buy me a bottle of beer
I sat me down by a tender young maiden whose eyes were as dark as her hair
luggage laying by the door
You don't need it anymore
All your fears compressed into a pin head
So you can't ignore
I admit I cannot quit I hear the words
Switch Michelle with Chantelle
Play Chantelle with Shennele
Lyrical clientele but I ain't a bow cat, I don't like the smell
I'm gonna go through a shell
we smoke and we take liquor
And we high so we fly into the sky
So we high and we fly into the sky
Don't be moved by the darkness we still shine
Up
titty
We won't go by, shawty gon' miss me
Whip the whole pot, I ain't too friendly
Send yo' ass up, straight with Whitney
Don't talk to twitter
Save that
the low boy, just me and my homeboys
The police kill us so we made up our own laws
Been fighting this long war, there's shells in this shores sand
Still
don't need a reason
Load him up with shells promise you he's not eating
If I come pull up Rest In Peace
We gon' send a couple shots no Hennessy
Might turn
an instant plane
Fuck yall, niggas couch mane
Actin' ashamed, don’t be a slave
Put yo check on the table
By the end of the days paid hey hey
Play fair, I don
Yeah, it's like 8:00 in the morning, but the block still jumpin'
Fuckin' around, by 9 o'clock, I done made like twenty-somethin'
It's 9:30 now,
a wishin' well
I don't think she get it, nigga, you keep up with a script
Till you in a cell
Merch that shit, you niggas bitches
I might as well do it by
Too Short:
Now take my bitch
She won't complain about shit cus she's my ho
She don't belong to a trick
So when you fuck her and give her all your
Sittin’ back
Gettin’ my dick sucked
Gettin’ my dick sucked
Sittin’ back
Gettin’ my dick sucked
By the neighborhood ho’
Why not
So fuck it, why not (aye,
't mean to brag but I froze my piece
And I'm gettin' higher then a nose bleed seat
Don't bring her to my session, if your ho sees me
She'll drop dead in
Switch Michelle with Chantelle
Play Chantelle with Shennele
Lyrical clientele but I ain't a bow cat, I don't like the smell
I'm gonna go through a shell
need a new girl I'm mistakin'
Hope she don't hate me oh
Hope that she'll take me oh
I hope she takes me now
I want her back right now
Slow mo this drink
got some nerve, dumb ho
Where were you before
I could pay your mortgage
Now all my shoes cost your car
Karma's a ugly bride
Yeah, she'll leave her
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