Lyrics:
was out
Lurking, mind in a daze, nowadays
I'm on Ocean Drive with a bad
Bitch lyin' in the shades
Sipping Minute Maid, gotta penetrate
Let me
and VISA, ho
I'll take a big house with a lawn to mow
I’ll take a maid
Lit ass days with my bitches gettin’ paid
Parlez-vous français?
I be up in the sky,
Dear little maid of sixteen
I'm here confessing you have me guessing
Never a girl have I seen so prepossessing
And yet serene i don't wish to trouble
your crib didn't come with
The butlers and the maids
You ain't stuntin' like this, NO!
Said you ain't stuntin' like this
An if you ask for the price
When
Get your hands up
I got a maid cooking grit's
With a outfit so tight
My niggas wanna stay the whole night
Dice game in the kitchen, nigga, T lee
Nigga
Royalty over riches business over bitches
On the ends so wash the dishes over ditches
Saved a couple broad
And made bitches, maid bitches
Went from green
(yah)
One in each hand that's lifting weights
This dick make a bad bitch ricochet (yuh)
Your bitch is in here
Swallowing like Minute Maid
God damn, okay
Honorable honorable
Honorable honorable C-Note
2 Chainz!
I ain't never been a minute man
Pour a deuce in a minute maid
Trap house filled with
got the charm
Like it's Minute Maid
(yeah) And I'm lookin good (yeah)
And I'm feelin good
(yeah) Try and stop my shine
I wish a nigga would
You can
get this pad, just like a cave
And then we'll have our live-in maid
And then I'll lead her on the ground
My head is spinning round
Don't bring me down,
fathers, nice mothers, to call little maids joys Seven nights running I dreamt it all plain
With bread and jam for supper
I could dream it all again
(Scale-y)
Still got it maid like I stayed at the telly!
OK, I know that you fear me
I won’t come down ‘til you feel it
Put your back in the flo'
Put your feet
a promise
Married to hip hop
And the maid of honor gonna be R&B
I'm fucking her too
So please hand me my condoms
Where the honeymoon in the
Mother fucking
don't care me and Quik
Went to the same school
I look in the mirror and do it myself
Like a self made nigga, I don't need a maid
Nigga do I need a co-sign
my picture
Holds the toilet seat around her neck
Writes the landlord out another open cheque
Come the daybreak well, she's a self-maid
I said 'Come
Flowers for her golden hair
(Oh, ho)
Some men plow the open plains
Some men sail the brine
But I'm in love with a pretty little maid
For work I
not afraid
They'll kiss the mistress and make the maid
It's a manly art
Oh, but big toll will take
Blood vessels in nose will break
Bags beneath
And sound a lot like David Allen Coe
And the bar maid in the last town that we played in
Knew the words to every song I'd wrote
She said, Jimmy Rabbit
the national decks my lads
Everyone of us counts
Grab the travellers cheques my lads
And pray that none of them bounce
Face the future and his maid
And pray for
And helpin' with my blues
You know I think I'll get myself a maid
And take her on a cruise
It ain't the first time baby
Baby it won't be the last
I'd
tic-tac on small cracks I'm all that to fall black
My jaw snap with raps so umm, get the balls jack
Flavor like flav, plus I'm well paid
Own a maid with
This pretty young maid I seek far and wide
My heartache each morn with her I don't meet
When I go to the bar, the dance hall or fete
But I'd
underneath my side
A bottle of brandy underneath my head
And a charming young maid in my arms
Shiúil mise thoir agus shiúil mise thiar
Shiúil mise
Must be mistaking me with the maid we don't have
Can't even wash your whiskey out your glass
I gave you no loving in a month or so
Can't live without
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