Lyrics:
mattress through the roof
This for my niggas getting brown paper bag money
This for my strippers getting black plastic bag money
We're talking that bad
I remember I was eight years old
With a blank tape waiting by the radio
Come on, man, play Back in Black
I wanna play it back on repeat
I
Shorty there got a wagon/shorty there got a wagon/shorty there got a wagon/big bag go bag it/I'm just tryna toe tag it/drop it low don't play drop it
I land on the concrete with bloody pants
Lord please, give your homeboy a second chance
Baby need a new pair of shoes, and a college fund
My p.o.
a picture hardcore with a gun
Pimpin' ain't easy but it's always fun (it ain't easy baby)
When it comes to nuts, I bust'em one by one
So what's the 411
If I ever get caught then it's back to the prison
Ima take you back 23 years black boy hanging by a belt in a tree
Reverend jackson didn't do shit
hand her a hunnid (What's that)
That's not enough to get a
Bra outta Banana Republic (Broke nigga)
Say, big nuts and a bigger heart
You a scrub in these
scrotum big as boulders
I hold 'em then unload on you, put it on a poster
So everyone can notice who was focused on us
Poking they nose in our business,
some motherfucking help
Big bro said he can do it by his self, he don't need help
Pull up on your shorty, WWE I got the belt
24/7 inhale lettuce, it's
incorporate
She told me I was handsome -- I know I look funny with big lips
But that's the love she had for her son, the 9th Prince
Forever you exist in my
lampin'
She calls
Ten-O-clock, shes dancing underneath
These disco balls
By Eleven she was out, by Twelve I rolled a J
Fell asleep by One AM
Man today was
lay it down
You can tell by the smell of my cologne
En route got no time for me to waste
Lip gloss smells so sweet give me a taste
You make it so hard
a thou today and make it back by tonight
I'm trying keep a balance like I'm riding on a bike
It's hard not to shine once you in the spotlight
It's harder
some lovin' here today
Nona Gaye
Oh my father, father
We don't need to escalate
Backstreet Boys
You see war is not the answer
Nona /Backstreet Boys
"Nowadays, everybody wanna talk
Like they got somethin' to say
But nothin' comes out when they movin' their lips
Just a bunch of gibberish
These
Yeah I got a big dick,
Gotta hit it with a big grip,
Slurp it like you took a big sip.
Yeah a nigga talk slick,
But ion never make a big deal,
I’m
away, and every day I pray
And every good memory just fades away
I grip the knife like, fuck it man, today's the day
To put myself in my grave, no time
Right, I hop out the Benz, I walk in the mall and I promise I get what I want
I'm on the way to a bag baby, while your man on the way to a front
If
lips baby
And we gone keep it on the hush
You can hit me on the hip but don't be blowin a nigga up
9 11 all the time damn tell me what you need
Hold
Long Live A$AP in stores
Go get it today baby a$AP Harlem World nigga
Hey Westwood
What you want me to spit about? Say anything
Rocky kid, and you know
press fast forward
Got beef with radio if I don't play they show
They don't play my hit's, well
I don't give a shit, so
Rap mags try and use my black ass
and turned it dark black
Caught feelings and I never got my heart back
I know it sounds a little far fetched
Walk by faith, not by sight
I guess that what they
don't use your brain
That's one plane, negative subtraction, but still a balance
If dyslexic then play this shit backwards
Uh, the black lip captain
wit da black tent
Das heem
They ask who dis
No saint got a new bitch
Soft lips wit some big tits
Wedding ring off like it dont fit
Super bad
You know I
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