Lyrics:
learn the two degrees (uh)
Degree number one, keep your hon' off trees
Degree number two (what?), keep your girl 'round you
Never trust a girl, Lord
my past
(Aye)
I just keep my chin up smoke good haze, let it heal my brain real fast (Aye, aye, aye)
(Oo)
I abuse my medicine (Sin)
She poured me some
you come
Here you fish bait
These beautiful girls we have you
Leaving your beach mate
My advice is come and visit alone
I know your bitch is the best
I'm done, don't call
My phone or text me, i don't owe you shit
Niggas got both their hands out
But I don't owe them shit
When I was on my face
I'm
and your mission, them bitty beats
I got TRUs in Carolinas, that's plenty feets
Run the sack up and enjoy some titty treats
NIGGA PLEASE
My dawgs is eating,
fits the clothes
Pic your battle, photographer, don't get exposed
Some get live, tryna put on a show
Go off half cocked, only pop promo
Selling
off the meter
Play towards regulate laws with heavyweight broads
Don't jock niggaz who floss, money ain't yours
Jealous of yourself, watermelon
you heard your master sing
When I was sick in bed
I suppose he told you everything that
I keep locked in my head
Your master took you travelling
Well
know me from that block where we move them rocks)
(You better make it fast, watch your ass, or get pursued by cops)
You don't know what its like up
know me from that block where we move them rocks)
(You better make it fast, watch your ass, or get pursued by cops)
You don't know what its like up
no longer be. But I need my Queen! So shuffle your hand (echoes) and give me one more...
Hook:
I just need one more chance
One more chance
One more
your gun
That don't make sense to me
Used to be a enemy, now a friend of me
And I cut off his hand, if he try and knuckle up
And I get in the bands, buy
to come by, believe it
Girl I can't believe you, how you gone
Turn around and bite the hand that feeds you
The way I break my back, good as I treat you
steppin to me with garbage
I'm Goldilocks and I'm, taxin your porridge (yeah!)
Ooooooh, cold but yummy
I slept in your bed, and your girl sucks funny
I'm
your hand break from the truth that you hold, bruising slow
Used to be low, uh
The shoe don't feel good on the toe, so
You gotta get used to the sole,
entertainment, I end the training to run the future
In time check off my checkouts, too much for your computers
Chakra waves, singin' boats, stirring up Dalai
And what I do because I'm in demand,
Because I look good.
Do you hear, my man?
And if you can't take that, you chump your old hand.
One girl at a time
Cause I ain't never went nowhere, I still got business here
All my b****es get your hands in the air
Now BACK THAT A**, UP ON ME - now let's roll
Go,
Cause I ain't never went nowhere, I still got business here
All my bitches get your hands in the air
Now BACK THAT ASS, UP ON ME - now let's roll
Go,
full of niggas with a blunt in their hand
And one in their ear
You know what I'm saying
But, I kept your number in my old phone
Got a new chip flip
algebra: don't play the fool
Get some diplomas to paper your room
Or you'll finish your life at the end of a broom."
Turn off that TV: get on with your
the beginning
It Illmaculately ended shortly
Now click your heels twice and
Get back to Kansas Dorothy
It's funny he says my head is misshapen
Peteyou look like
doin' with that big ass-
My ghetto love song
Set it off, set it off (I wanna be your friend)
Let's be friends
Where my niggas at?
Where my niggas?
doin' with that big ass-
My ghetto love song
Set it off, set it off (I wanna be your friend)
Let's be friends
Where my niggas at?
Where my niggas?
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