Lyrics:
Ayy Storm muhfuckas out here trippin'
Yank some of these bitches
By they collar baby
Of my comrades (Comrades)
Yeah! For all you mothafuckas who
Be
tryna kick it in the backyard pool
You a baddy, a bad Girl, ya I really like that
Your body, Your skin tone, ya I’m tryna wife that
Baby come my way, You
Scorpio
I'm just an Aries boy
You can tell it by the horns
Twenty twos I'm riding chrome
Baby how you getting home
So can you not
Executioner fresh up off
he grew up ridin' in that wheelchair
Thought I'd give a million bucks if that old boy was still here
Ain't it funny how time goes by and memories
In the loop in a duplex (That's a lie)
Real talk I just be out south
At a backyard party at your auntie house
With a plate piled high
Got the gang by
to be a killer (New York Stand Up)
You wanted to be the Champ! (Got your boy in the booth nigga)
You ain't hungry
Matter of fact I don't want you in my
my cousin
He told me that he proud of me (Oh, yeah)
In my backyard, bitch, I got a money tree
(Oh, yeah, oh, yeah)
I'm top boy like Dushane
In
Herman's babies
You ain't even gotta run cause ya boy too lazy!
[Hook]
Bad Chick Alert! Bad, bad, Chick Alert!!!
Bad Chick Alert! Bad, bad, Chick Alert!!!
a seat while I have you reminisce
He love it over here and all he got was a kiss
You can leave little hoe class just been dismissed
Sorry baby boy I'm just
savage with da tool give abortion
Do da shit by myself, Spaz like an orphan
Bad for ya health, drake fuck up ya organs
Killas come through, wet ya wake
vegetables
Could call me a stage mom, boy, you best to blow
Or you could even call me Wanda 'cause I'm ready to go
You know I'm spoiled little daddy, stomps
dog
Turned down Hill, light the Marley spliff
Run! I will not get bagged on the rock
Run! I seen what happened to Un, they bad with they cops
Run!
And when you go get faded, wanna be debated by yo barber (By yo barber)
Compared to Shawn, Wayne and Vince to complete the Carters
Been on the bench
And when you go get faded, wanna be debated by yo barber (By yo barber)
Compared to Shawn, Wayne and Vince to complete the Carters
Been on the bench
you ain't called?
When you don't feel love no more
You got no right to close the door
You loved her once
And she's got proof
Baby boy looks just
We started off in the backyard, I'm that boy,
Hate to lose, if I lose, yo can get bruised,
I'm that hard, life starts from a bad memory,
Daddy
We started off in the backyard, I'm that boy,
Hate to lose, If I lose, yo can get bruised,
I'm that hard. Life starts from a bad
Memory,Daddy loved
they say sweet dreams
Every time you smile, I can hear your momma laugh
Sometimes when we talk son I think about my dad
Every time your bad boy, that's
Like how that boy too mean the same time he too nice
I be on some shit you never seen just like blue rice
RIP to Nip up on his block they rolling blue
in a trackstar hoodie
And I see yo baby mama then I ask her whats goodie
That's on Tookie, I’m where the bounties vacant
Oh you bad boy like Big then
before I explode
Trees full of dough in the backyard, not a bad start for a
Smart-alec, bar-counting young man on the climb up the far mountain to the top
mad, mad, mad, mad, mad
But baby, that's what makes us good in bed
Please
Come take it out on me, me, me, me, me
I know it's really bad, bad, bad
Black or White remember the Time
I took my baby on a Saturday
Boy is that girl with you? Yes
We're one and the same
No, I believe in miracles
Jones
Woke up today and I feel great
I can put food on my kids plate
I got heat and A/C
All the things I ain't use to have baby
I was doing bad
Their mama
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