Lyrics:
my house
'Fore I grab you by your hair and slap dick to your mouth
Bob Digi, yeah you know who is he
Girl, I fucking slave trade your ass
spend a little time with my family
And then we all get together just for a bite to eat and to cool out
That's when I gotta go somewhere by myself, I need
ya girl's dress on prom night (woo)
Now you know what we about to do, we goin' full throttle
Niggas go and toss your champagne, and throw a fuckin'
ya girl's dress on prom night (woo)
Now you know what we about to do, we goin' full throttle
Niggas go and toss your champagne, and throw a fuckin'
Wondering
What am I to you, girl?
What am I now to you, girl?
Where do we go?
What do we do?
Where do we go?
What do we do?
To discover with dread that my head was as bald
As a novice's knees
I was dying of shame
'Til a gentleman came
An illustrious barber, Pirelli by name
He
and the wonderful ways that we were able to understand each other
And find out about each other
We got to know each other little by little living very close in
that I'm letting myself down there is not a day that goes by that. I don't feel like I've let myself down in the way that I have music. So little in my
thinking, where the fuck did hell go?
Uno the black mum shi, when they'd rather act strong, but accept help?
No
Marger man
But when mumzy changed the locks,
to scare a crow as Little Bobby
No matter how much the
Game might have changed
Show no pity Little Billy, give 'em Godly
Yeah, I figured how to style on 'em
green
I gotta eat on the go Day
I hope they told you that everything that Soul say don't go a long way, what?
A ho in Chipotle, no
This is food for
but
Ain't nothing like Hialeah Girls
The Lakes is live that's where my mom resides but
ain't nothing like Hialeah, Girl
Damn sure ain't nothing like
going way back
But I still fuck your girl, go
And retweet that little nigga, yo
Man are saying that I blew up too fast
Man are saying that I came up too
'Cause girls go and tell all their friends
That's one of many reasons why I ain't sendin' DMs
Look, I'm gonna keep this cake
And I'm gonna eat this
ringing the door
Ringing the door
He's selling subscriptions to Soldier of Misfortune
Shrink wrap sand trap hooker clap
See how I did that little white boy
good grades
Both of 'em rap songs
Where did she go wrong?
Nowhere mama, we just go where the money at
Black Kennedy, where the fuck you niggas at
What it is, ho? What's up?
Every good girl needs a little thug
Every block boy needs a little love
If he put it down, I'ma pick it up, up, up
What it is, ho? What's up?
Every good girl needs a little thug
Every block boy needs a little love
If he put it down, I'ma pick it up, up, up
DC like go barrack
Girl drunk it like a Fiji and she blowed my socks
Every night she coming through for me to fuck that
Found out she had a man I holla
Come through the block in the brand new Benz
Knowing that me and that nigga ain't friends
(OK girl) Yeah what I did was wack
But you don't get
Come through the block in the brand new Benz
Knowing that me and that nigga ain't friends
(OK girl) Yeah what I did was wack
But you don't get
go for that
10 toes stay behind you
Got a dance like where my loafers at
Know you got the flyest dress
No doubt you gone come with that
We the best duo
Bobby had a time that he realized he didn't want to laying down be there broke and dead
So he counted change just to make a little change
now
Let me see where I started at
Hood cats are part of where it started at
We hustle hard to keep the sharks fear
For the score go to war like
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