Lyrics:
like new pussy thats how a nigga feel
Bust three times throw her the peace sign
She sleep then my dick sleek and I ain't gotta call her for weeks
Long
like new pussy thats how a nigga feel
Bust three times throw her the peace sign
She sleep then my dick sleek and I ain't gotta call her for weeks
Long
Over
She stays over every Thursday
Told her it's my favorite day of the week
Closer
I stay falling she's June I'm
October what a season to be
(Oh
the crown
Walk around by myself, i'm the man in my town
She like when I talk, her panties they drown
Crumble with the za
Woods hitting like Pacquiao
Pack too
WISH GONE AMISS
(Hannah montana is singing old blue jeans)
(Hannah and Lilly go back stage)
(Lilly Looks out of Hannah's dressing room talking
a couple bowls, just copped six hundred orange
Made it back from Royal house safe, right back on the warrant
Shootin' dice, in the last week, down like
to Kimmy
Don't go son, nigga you my motherfucking heart
Stay still son, don't move, just think about Keeba
She'll be three in January, your young God
(GGP)
I ain't had no sleep in three weeks
In my bed is three freaks
I got all the money
And I'm just
Smokin' on this tree-tree, gettin' head
I ain't been asleep in some weeks man
So much on my mind, it'd have a young'n tweaking
Shawty on my line, she keep calling for no reason
But I ain't
door to mine
Seven days a week at 6 A.M. she gets her five miles in
All the neighborhood men pretend to get their paper
When she goes running by
where I used to sleep
In the car parked on the street
Ask me what I used to eat
Mcdonalds, like twice a week
Now I get served in my master suite
Just
one day
And this whole week feels like one day
Cause I got the kicks for the Monday,
But she got the blues for the Tuesday,
So I got the peace for
rebuttals for real
Ya chick a thot, she lick the cock
Then gave scar to my man
Have four balls in her hand
She got jugglin' skills
But stop by ya spot
were in need of-
To leave you were in need of-
Wondering where you went what felt like weeks went by
When we knew what happened oh the panic how
like that, but you'll kill for me
And I don't care if we don't speak for like a million weeks
You right there when I need you
But I know these ain't
rehab with this kid named Oscar
who got stung by a bee right on the lip and we couldn't
even talk to each other until the fifth week because both
our lips
radio station had this contest
To see who could correctly guess the number of molecules in Leonard Nimoy's butt
I was off by three, but I still won
(Southside on the track, yeah)
Big business
One blue hunnid, she'll dance for me
She know I got a check, keep harassin' me
It's a mess on my
to feel her
I start going low, you can call me Gothita
I'm her Nidoran and she my Nidorina
She talking 'bout pussy I might need to beat up
Inches by inches
this lighting fire I'm putting shit to sleep
These niggas wanna die well let this choppa sing
I been trying to catch his ass for a whole week
I be
and (BROWN)
No where to be found
Poll tax on sheets, five days a week
Arrive in the lunchroom, I gotta get some sleep
But I didn't do it
(You did it)
I'm
Shawty got a different color wig
For every day of the week
And Baby keep her face beat beat beat
She keep a sugar daddy
Got a man that think they steady
like new pussy thats how a nigga feel
Bust three times throw her the peace sign
She sleep then my dick sleek and I ain't gotta call her for weeks
Long
admit I been tempted by drugs
I admit that I just need a hug (I)
I admit the devil talk to me sometimes
But the devil is not who I trust (yeah, not who
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