Lyrics:
thang
I don't gang-bang but I bang-bang
I pull up to the club, I got on eight chains
Took that bitch to Wings-N-Things, she wanna be my main
Brown
Like my women brown, and my Benjies blue
Shit is fucked up when they envy you
'Member niggas got killed over Penny shoes
Where I'm from niggas dying
her name
Well she was wearing a shirt that said Go Team
A painted-on pair of tight blue jeans
Long brown hair under a baseball hat
Gold earrings shaped
Shawty Hi-yello shawty eyes brown shawty so gold n so is my crown
baby COLOR ME BAD
shawty toes red n so is my flag purple in my bag n
shawty
jeans
White polo, and gray Vans for green onesies
I wouldn’t have believed this shit myself
I had to talk to the prison psychiatrist
When I got here i
She's the kind of woman that I need
The type to roll it up
Yeah, my baby bring the weed
Plus she look good in them jeans
Don't let her pass you by
Don't
on heels I'm back in my prime (Uh huh)
Ay I got me a dime (That's right)
She losing her keys I'm losing my mind, let's go
It's not what it seems (It's not)
to blind its owner
That's why I rhyme with I's cus I'm a loaner
But when it comes to eyes guess I'm a donor
I got a blue eyed momma brown skinned pops
Got
off, go time
I-go town to town where her places see
I a-Dora, I explora
Swiping swiping where her places be
She red the text, She came and blue
Now mix
Got blue diamonds in my chain
But I ain't motherfuckin' crippin'
Naw nigga, I ain't lowkey
Y'all just motherfuckin' slippin'
If you caught some blue
tomorrow lak ah feel today
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her apron strings
'Twant for
today,
Feel tomorrow lak ah feel today,
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away.
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her
today,
Feel tomorrow like I feel today,
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away.
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her
today,
Feel tomorrow like I feel today,
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away.
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her
bro that's not the most to me
Stretch marks, like a tiger, yeah that pussy gotta hold on me
Yo, golden grahams, golden doors, guess I got the golden key
Blue jean baby with your such and such
Don't you touch me baby cause I'm shakin' so much
Silver buttons all down her uhm
Bubble pack & curious
walk too, it goes like this
It goes toe, toe, toe, cross yeah, that's it, ooh
Tell me, tell me; baby, what'd you mean by that? (Huh?)
They don't even got
walk too, it goes like this
It goes toe, toe, toe, cross yeah, that's it, ooh
Tell me, tell me; baby, what'd you mean by that? (Huh?)
They don't even got
walk too, it goes like this
It goes toe, toe, toe, cross yeah, that's it, ooh
Tell me, tell me; baby, what'd you mean by that? (Huh?)
They don't even got
little walk too, it goes like this
It goes toe, toe, toe, cross yeah, that's it, ooh
Tell me, tell me, baby, what'd you mean by that? (Huh?)
They don't
walk too, it goes like this
It goes toe, toe, toe, cross yeah, that's it, ooh
Tell me, tell me; baby, what'd you mean by that? (Huh?)
They don't even got
denim all in my jeans that what it cost ya
I been ballin' every season I already cost ya
(?) in her Birkin take my shorty shopping I ain't here looking
jeans Worth a few stacks, checkers on my wrist, oh baby, let's go I was raised with a bird, got them thugged and goons Back to the trap, so baby, let's go
is what I admire
No she not no liar
One night alone is all I desire
Baby got that fire, baby got that fire
As long as I'm close by her
Can't let her
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