Lyrics:
ain't learned their lesson
He wants to enter the flesh divine
By dropping a kind of semi-sweet line
"Your honey hole so fine and mile deep I'm gonna
you know imma let off that switch
I chased him down feel like a block hit him up top he in a ditch
Niggas vouching check your paperwork you know yo'
to the top, I put these boots on your knuckles
Walk into the party like a mob, wearin jet black
"Swass" skin in effect, sportin coon hat
Walk by sucker punk,
these things?
(I don't know!) The Gucci, the Louis, the Polo rings
(Yeah?) Dealers are bad news, take it from Lyte
They say they kill you, and they might
money on your head, spend the rest up in Dior
Paris, me and Don C sittin' front row
Elephant drum on the forty, shit Dumbo
Hole in your forehead, I'm
got the braps, the braps, the braps, 100 a nigga get whacked
Shout out to OG Wacko, holdin' it down on the West Boast
Smokin' on gas by the pound from
I was getting some head
Getting, getting some head
She's the kind of girl that make your toes pop
In The D, we fuck hoes
Smoking weed, that good
like Stones
Do you really wanna catch this fade
Cause I'm a threat, your career ain't safe
& even though I'm not from the 012
I keep my 7 UP, ain't no
your outback friends will play
Three wide steps take you to the top, where you are greeted by a bright yellow door
Bursting with character
the back of your mind
To the tips of your toes
It's that dope omelette
When you flipped it just right
It's that chick on your blog
Dunking all on your grind
come from my block
Vibrating from my head to my sock
Trees sway, waving me as I walk through the park in the dark
I inhale and get knocked out
When it's
probably Quit
While you’re a
Head
Hunter
Lost In the desert
I’ll bring the dessert
Cause I rise to the top
Like the cream of the crop
Or boba fett
From
stop to go a top
They be like Damn he flipped
Now I'm sick, and fed up wit that bullshit
I got that lyrical front tip
When you sell out to appeal
ass to get to the top
But when I signed on your album flopped and you got laid off
[Hook, 2X]
Who are you to try and be true
The fact is you define
your rent
Call me daddy pussy leaking this is top notch dick
Nasty muthafucka yeah I need a nasty bitch
Yeah she nasty
She classy
Big ol assy
Bounce it
seppi bet he's makin her dance
By your self for too long armstrong shoutout to Lance
Saw me walk in and she's diggin my style
Kinda cute I guess I'll
and take hostage
Your whole setup, from the ground up, we lock shit
Blood flood your eye, fuck up your optics
Switch to killer instincts 'fore niggas pop
we can do is
Pray
Because of Your strength
While I walked upon thee
For God is my defense (pray for me)
As I head towards my homeroom, I
you match my energy
Gotta be heavy on the freak
Gotta take it slow
Gotta lick my body from head to toe
Gotta take control
Keep going till I can't take
back in bed cus your body is the warmest
I just love the way you're holding me so
Promise me you'll never leave no where
Fresh cup of water by my bedside
tips
I'm living what I'm dreaming
I was freaking sleeping said I wouldn't make look at me now
Im head to the top bouta hit the milly rock
Diamonds on my
Valentinos and dreads
Now, we were verbally slapped up
Physically tip-top, spinally ripped up
I do the science on my laptop, get my boys mashed up
Your
Valentinos and dreads
Now, we were verbally slapped up
Physically tip-top, spinally ripped up
I do the science on my laptop, get my boys mashed up
Your
can get High high
And maybe we can pull up right to my spot
Pool side white toes Chanel flip flop
I don't want the bitch unless she coming
Tip Top shape
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