Lyrics:
you that's facts man
I tell her you go girl
Like Martin tell Gina
Lookin very Serena
Saucy like Uncle Remus
Surrounded by dreamers
Only trojans got
Freak nasty super bad, earring in her tongue
Smell good, Prada bag, angel perfume cologne
I'm tryin' to have me that lipstick by Mac
Make like
bout you all day
When I first seen that ass I ain't kno what to say
Had a baby young still graduated school
Her life wasn't fair she didn't play by
who put his trust in God
He gave his only begotten son
That who ever believe in him, should not parish
But have eternal life, we'll see you thugs
believe she got that good thang
She my little hood thang
Ask around, they know us
They'll know that's my baby (buss it)
Everybody know that my baby
the D's run in
Then it's bail money and lawyer fees you got to have ends
Freshman year I had that C-B-R Hurricane
In a ill Herringbone I got 'um swingin'
Then it's bail money and lawyer fees you got to have ends
Freshman year I had that C-B-R Hurricane
In a ill Herringbone I got 'um swingin' Heroine
I
wasn't goin back to that no mo
You gon end up like yo uncles
Boy you act just like yo daddy
Used to tell me all that shit but they ain't really understand
I'm a drop one
Cause a whole brick they'll hang Foxx
That white thang cost nice change
Bout 50k'll get you in the game
You got it soft, I'll make it
sample
Hors d'oeuvre's, big words
G7's, big birds (wow)
Do thangs, you never done
Fun girl, fun guy, let's have fun
No need to run that
You can tell
famous for claimin' a murder
That he never really did
Yeah tell these people all
The facts here really
How you ran your mouth and
Almost got smacked by
a thang
Like Superman got for Lois Lane
Uncle Sam lifting Lady Justice dress up
Grabbing on the pussy yelling, "Show that thang"
Now be clear, I ain't
on mantle
Nigga I’m ballin', don’t you see my handles
I got the light in the night like a candle
She know I wear that thang out like a sandal
I got the keys
Me and my uncle went ridin' down
To South Colorado, West Texas bound
We stopped over in Santa Fe
That day on the pony, just about halfway
And you
face and leave you frozen
Bitch you was chosen,
That's how it's goin the Mobb fa sho-ness
Mo killaz and shady niggaz to keep the click-ulation
G's got a thang for you
Sure nuff got a thang for you
Girl i got a thang for you
Sure nuff got a thang for you
He's got a thang for you
Sure nuff got
thang, she my thang
I ain’t tryna play no games
Got a little shawty and I beat her frame
And when she get done with that she gimme brain
That’s my little
A roach full of herbs
What's this in that cigar?
Medical marijuana officer, I got a weed card
What condition you smoke weed for?
Trevon Jones
Place your
never to a pastor or a politician
Because my uncle taught me young that ain't the way we living
You either sell drugs, play ball, or you pimping
And love
the part cause
I got
Business up in my mind well
Money problems can't find yeah
Competition they blinded by it
Look but they cant find shiii
No discussion
is thicker than water but both them thangs leak
I'm feeling different, shit, I walk on water, fly on land
I sold my soul for cheap to Uncle Sam, that
playa can't believe I was that young
And the quicker you get used to bitches, quicker you start making money
Back up in this thang, 95 backed up nigga
to make your brains go hang, mayne
Got bitches on the thang, thang
Because they like the way the S.P. chain swings
City of Philly, you know that city
made me
Keep it 18, that's how my uncle raised me
Fuck a day care, I'm that project baby
In the strip club and I ain't even 18
Got a 9 with the beam,
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