Lyrics:
you-you-you
Yo, if that girl knows where you stay, that's poor
Some whore banging on your door what for?
Pregnant? What're you talking about this for
team hold a MAC and a beam go brrat-tat-tat-tat
Shit, right through your back, yeah (right)
You niggas sippin' on Act', yeah (right)
You niggas need
I'm around you it's all gravy
Full on your love and I can't get enough
Baby, your lovin's so good for me (good for me)
Thicker than Louisiana mac
That girl, she's a party, all nighter
Little 'Funky Cold Medina
Little 'Strawberry Winer
That girl, she's a love gone stringer
Me a year old bum
learned
yea
We wasn't on, now I know its out turn
Shouldn't lose sight of things
All for the love of the finer things
And sometimes man I need
learning to love myself before loving others
Death is an emotional thing we all face
Some heal by doing different activities
Gone are the daze when love was
Ohhhhh
Oh yea
Oh yea
Oh yea
Oh yea
Girl you so damn pretty
It’s a fact you love me clearly
Don’t gotta touch me just to feel me
But you throw it back
bad for this
Well the girl is looking sexy
And the girl is looking fine
Well ah skeptic and ah Kristyle
Got the girl them in a line
Love her sexy
fearless
I've seen niggas go vegan
And my girl said she love me
I had a quote by Ed Sheeran
She need a lotta that
She hate me so much she still smile
(This is...)
(This is...)
Ha ha ha ha
Yeah, I know what this is
Listen
Yo, Joe, I tell them girls like this...
I say my love's the bomb
, baby? In love, baby (love, love, love, love)
No, no, no, no, don't phunk with my heart
Girl, you had me, once you kissed me
My love for you is not
, baby? In love, baby (love, love, love, love)
No, no, no, no, don't phunk with my heart
Girl, you had me, once you kissed me
My love for you is not
, you had me once you kissed me
My love for you is not iffy
I always want you wit me
I'll play Bobby and you play Whitney
(All long) if you smoke I smoke
up? Haha, billions of streams
Everybody in sales and commerce, DDC, Marcus
Scott, Bobby, fucking Theta, Mac, Eric, Fred Thomas
All y'all, sorry for
lady
I stroll now I got soul I'm too quick for that
So I step with that left right left
I'm just a hippie your girl she be jockin
Three in the morning
in the sauce
And don't have no direction
Wiseman told me this ain't
For face but for your protection
I had a sig with a green light laser
Always been
where the fly girls chill
Threw action at some freaks until one bitch got ill
She started acting silly simply would not quit
Called us all punk
life
I want you by my side for life
Girl, I remember all the times you came to my crib
Girl you the one that know my struggles and the way that I live
of Mac-11's
Semi-automatic weapons that produce ka-pows
Word on the street is they all got heaters
They gon' hit you up, you ain't even gonna see it
You got
we dope girls we flawless, we the poster girls for all this
We run around with them ballers, only real niggas on my call list
I'm the big kahuna, go
tape or CD
The girl-boy killa, no team illa
The Fam-o, ammo, is every channel
We been hot for a long time burnin like a candle
What you can do is
you're worth more than a hundred grand
And I would do anything just to be your man
I'm thinking (girl, I'm thinking)
Dinner for two (for two)
Vacation
Verse 1 (mac) :
Girl look,
Fuck your man and them niggas he be hanging with
Niggas he be slangin with, me I'm on some banging shit
Strictly, now you
'bout the paper and I knew that
My mind's telling me don't do that, my dick hard so I flew that
That fake love, we grew that
Take off all that Mac
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