Lyrics:
hoe
Thick latina hoe, we in the bedroom doing the tango
UPS when she wanna leave, I'm just let her go
Move presidential, my pockets political, I do not
then she gets plenty more, uhh
repeat Chorus One
(Guru)
Uhh
Watchin her drivin by, in her new whip so fly
Wish she could sing me a lullaby,
that's how
Cool it looks on her
I mean she's fine as hell
I'd definitely hit it!
Still Got It!
Shot hoops with Al in the yard i
Sucked he was much better
die
And despite how much I hate to see a grown man cry
I'ma make you suffer, see your ass in Hell, motherfucker
Click, boom boom!
See your ass in
Move?
You can groove girl girl i can groove Too
On the dance floor like we in the Bedroom
I make every position feel like it’s a Dance move
She in my ear
on
Three shot four shot five shot.. oh shit, I think I'm gone
You see that girl walkin' by?
She gimme them bedroom eyes
Later on Imma take that home
mics and rocking crowds
You'll still be dancing in front of your bedroom mirror just clownin' around
You talked yourself up like you was the shit
But
party girl gets no respect
Especially from the party boys unless you in they bedroom
Said he fuckin' would
But he never fuckin' text you
Unless it's 3 am
right up to the end
That wonderful one-two-three-four legged friend
A two legged hombre is worthless as sand
He'll smile like a saint with a gun in
of dope)
I got one, two, three, four hoes
On my bedroom floor
Oh, that's the way it goes
Then you had to fold
Why the fuck you act so cold
I said baby I
yeah, I am blinded by your smiles
yeah, I would follow you for miles
your profile, ooh it shines so bright
yeah, you are in my heart tonight, tonight
of Kris Kringle?
Man Hell nah!!
Look (What?), he come down the chimney in some spots, but some people they ain't got no
chimney, so he just come in tha back
smokes dope and got holes in his jeans
Lookin' back he was right, I guess
Things dads do
He'll act like he does when he don't have a clue and I know
In so many bourgeois homes Van Gogh's sunflowers radiate from the walls,
Yet he lived in utter misery, condemned by those very same people.
Why is it
ticky tack, till they're startin' the alarm.
Yeah, there's a riot in the bedroom
And I don't know if I'ma make it alive or in the tomb
She shoot me one
rotation
You could be my favorite joint
I'll put on the playlist
Uh Huh
You can be my favorite song
Break you in the bedroom
I can play you on all night long
to take shots, well
I'm R3DD L
Give you the L
Send you to Hell
I'm R3DD L
I'm R3DD L
Give you the L
Send you to Hell
I'm R3DD L
Fuck it, time to start
(hill and gully)
And if you've broken in you goin hell
(hill and gully)
Hill and gully ride
(hill and gully)
Hill and gully ride
(hill and gully)
Hill
right now
You got my attention
Go ahead and fill me in now
What the hell is zombie apocalypse Blues
I'm going to sit right here and tell You
Go ahead
Bout 3 grams in my blunt, You a fuck nigga, Imma put you up
On the gang nigga, Imma wet you up, Like a stain nigga
Smoking platinum pressure yea you
like a movie that I'd seen before, it felt so real
So the other night I woke up at three in the morning, and I'm laying their, soaking wet, sweat, you
now I'm going through a hella dry spell
It's been three months of no boning hell
And it turns out I may suffer from low self esteem
But more pressing is
of
his God. Lately though, he had been visited by many
temptations in his dreams. Promises of pleasure,
riches and power raced through his sleeping mind.
I've been waiting a century for it
Give the pussy up and I'll trade you the memory for it
In the bedroom forever
That's what her roommate will tell
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