Lyrics:
regrets, no abortion, had a son
By the name of Seven
And he's five
By the time I do this mix, he'll probably be six
You do the arithmetic
Me do
a statement
Baby you contagious, know I love your fragrance
Body so outrageous, I know you can take it
Body so outrageous, I know you can
I know you can, I know
the straps out
I'm in a MG, you know it's blacked out
Tryna be me? Boy, you better back down
Bitch, I'm a king, I deserve a damn crown
Sipping Phat, no this
to say "fa sheezy"
told me that them AZ muthafuckas don't believe phat means greasy
we can shoot it out, or we can fight
You an Rasheeda wanna squash
catwalkin it out ya whole crew
You dress the damn best
But you already knew
Baby Phat jeans wit my ass on hit
Dolce bag and I rock that shit
Belly button ring
, but I just supply it now
y'all used to talk, but you're all quiet now
You know what it is that really makes it scrape it
Have a lot of cars,
Understand, not til I told you that, hold that
I don't want it if you can't hold back, know that
Baby boy, I can see that you want me
But baby it ain't
Best motherfuckin' rapper, nigga
This Baby, nigga, let's go
Ready to get it started, nigga (go)
Whenever you want it
I was the man with
can't come, you know we'll run around that bitch
You can miss me with that shit, you know I live in the mix (money, cars and clothes and hoes)
You know
The sound of the waves on the embankment
A phone in my left pocket
I'm leaving, you're staying
A forgotten city by me
You're so beautiful, my dream hasn't
just
To stand by me got a pocket full of stones
Tryna get off em
And I wanted to do a song but you sound awful
I'm way gone, swear I'm?
I fucked her
Chilling, my throat frozen, my orange brick
Bottles of Cru', bitches with Baby Phats, they swinging ax
They singing, you still blinging, daddy, now bring it
Phats, they swinging ax
They singing, you still blinging, daddy, now bring it back
The smokest rap nigga, honey, I'mma need a match
To bust the game
or do you really love my drip
It's the blues in my pocket, I think she in love with Crips
I got cash but ain't a trick, I like ass, I like tips
I'm a full
names on paper, you snitched all summer
Streets don’t fail me now, they tell me it's a new gang in town
From Compton to Congress, set trippin’ all
up
I like the way you work it
No diggity (no diggity), I got to bag it up, bag it up
She's got class and style
Street knowledge by the pound
soil
Verse 1 (Joe Flizzow- Too Phat, Malaysia)
Yo, Joe Flizzow
First to go on this track
Transcending continents
Who better
To hold it down for
keep up we way to deep Bruh 6 foot burnouts all in the street Bruh!! It’s What-U-Need double R YOU SEE THE VEST!
Love by few hated by many but all
getting green, I'm counting the racks up
Glocky on me, he better back up
He act up, we pulling the straps up
I'm in a MG, you know it's blacked up
Tryna be
the trapping dawg
Oh what's worse, is it could be your hearse
Six feet up in the dirt
Got your baby brother hurt
Or worse still when you die it gets real
You
a chemist when I'm fucking with the vic
I see my nigga get sick off the mix
Street life nigga get in it and get it right
Tomorrow ain't promised you could die
it's not broke, I'm a break it kind of guy
Hold up on rollin' up, the streets in this town
I got a bucket full of paint left and a match to burn it
Best motherfuckin' rapper, nigga
This Baby, nigga, let's go
Ready to get it started, nigga (go)
Whenever you want it
I was the man with
'cause she know I might like it (oh, ohh)
Baby girl, you know what I like, baby, you know just what I like
Baby, you know what I like (like, like, like,
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