Lyrics:
My baby came and got me in her Mama's Cadillac
We went parkin' by the river near the honeydew patch
She started talkin' 'bout the birds
Baby-by, baby
Have you ever had a dream so real
That you felt the life you live was fake
And everything that you've encountered
Was the upgrade
for the affair
Now, I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang
But I rap to the beat just the same
I got a little face and a pair of brown eyes
All
jus want the finer things
I'm stepping I'm dripping I got on designer jeans and I never miss a fiend
I was taught if you want it then get it by any
no luggage
Valet at the spot, they put my name on it
Fuck her like a beat, you know I came on it
Root got a league, I make it rain on it
I kill for
the man, I don't quit
Dinner wit you, Santa Monica beach
Wondering how you fit that in yo jeans
God damn
You don't need a toy when I got the real thang
Baby (so how 'bout you?)
I'll take your bitch, give her back, take your bitch again
That's because you throw a 5, I pitch a 10
Now she wanna get
Baby (so how 'bout you?)
I'll take your bitch, give her back, take your bitch again
That's because you throw a 5, I pitch a 10
Now she wanna get
Got these blue stacks in my jeans
Get the racks by any means
Like what's a rack for a nigga like me
Got the racks in my Balmain jeans
Got the stacks
the team got it
Oh my God, got it? No no no, not her, why?
Fuck, please tell me this is not his damn girl
What you talkin' 'bout? Nah, L this is not
BETWEEN HER
V-A- GINA WET AS AN AQUAFINA
AND THEN I LEAVE HER HOP IN THE BROWN BEAMER
THE COLOR OF COFFEE WITH A COUPLE OF CREAMERS
LOUD SATIVA YOU COULD
but somehow I got by
Creflo pray Mike Vick payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad when I write
That Mayweather money
ain't tryna come down baby
Yea I keep them things and I been in yo town lately
Slappin Blues, Slappin Brown and Shady
Yea White Girl
I give you some Pow
to the pageants
Blue jeans give me the green light
Is it wrong or is it right
Come on, baby, keep me up all night
You were a pleasure to find like a bottle of wine
they did Christ
They want to find me not
Breathin' like they found Mike
(Whoa oh oh) A girl'll run her
Mouth only out of spite
(Whoa oh oh) But I'd never
don't forget it
And I'm Weezy F Baby you might find it on a titty
Would you
Pass me the dutch with cha left hand
I got the whole club nodding like
cognac
Get her wet in the pool pit forgive me
Today was a good day
Despite all that bullshit so baby
Give me that brown
Dusse and Hennessy, ride the boat
six
Words from a wise mouth
Shoutout rody rich
Baby girl
Sweetie pie
She got too much lip
Crazy girl
Gave her dick
Now she do backflips
I rock
money wise
Work out everyday, I could tell by her tummy size
Damn, you got some funny eyes
Yea, I blink a lot, drink a lot (mmm)
You could catch
the sureshot MCs for the affair
Now, I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang
But I rap to the beat just the same
I got a little face, and a pair of brown eyes
her face like it's Maybelline
Bill Belichick, I just got another ring
Bust another check and I just bought a new machine
And like the Chargers I'm
Quarter-million in a baby blue Goyard
Buy it cash then I go in the motor
Drive fast, ain't no pullin' me over
Play with bags, you can tell by the odor
No
imma fill it wit lean
Can't talk if it's not bout the green
Blue ben Jennie's they go buss out my jeans
Ain't got my money I like what you mean
Get
touched her (tits)
Sucker MC's, I'm killing 'em, I'm so sick of seeing 'em
Silly (shit) when they rhyme, like that red rugby shirt worn by Gilligan
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