Lyrics:
by their mandem to look hard
Yo, I aim to be way more creative
Find unique places and rave on spaceships
And pull mad faces with light-up bracelets
the Grinch you get yo Christmas stolen
Three hoes on me, imma jingle like I'm Chris cringle
Fuck a different bitch every night but I'm still single
Christmas
I'm buying the shit don't matter the cost
You steal from the mall, you shopping at ross
You chill at the bottom, i chill at the top
Yo bitch is a hoe
it's something about yo brown skin with them tattoos
And the way that that ass moves am I'm foolish cause I want it?
Thinking about the moment I can have
RAISED RIGHT, RIGHT, RIGHT
AY YO, MY POPS GOT CANCER RIGHT NOW
I JUST HOPE HE'S ALIVE BY THE TIME THIS COMES OUT (NO DOUBT)
IF NOT, HE'S GOING DOWN
Roll Royce seats (Let's get it)
Fuck on yo bitch, 8 inches deep
Left that bitch, With up and go glee (What?)
Yeah I'm geeking, Yeah I'm tweaking
Got yo
through beats we reapply it
When we speak you feel the fire
Eagle eye I see the vision
We're goin viral like E. coli
Yo we're malignant
Im a pariah
I'm
why I will never lose
Yeh
So nigga shut the fuck up put yo shit up in my shoes
I was born by single mother so I ain't got shit to prove
Wasn't raised
be cryin' if she hear my song, though
Wipe off her tears, spit on my dick and I crack open beer
I'm in the Bentley, yo hoe wanna drive
She split her
mindsets
So Imma keep grinding, the stars in the sky are right by my side
I can't believe my eyes I feel like I'm flying
My heart and my mind intertwined in
Ah fuck, there he go again
Talkin' 'bout hoes and dough again
Yup, can't hold it in
I'm surprised I got so much dough to spend
But, back when I was
bounce like my booty was a 64
I'm feelin nice off that Mally and Hypno
All eyez on me, Q.U.DOUBLE E.
N.B.DOUBLE E yo
People scream Lil Kim real loud
popping they top
I'd rather pop bubbly, one for B-I-G and one for Pac
N****, trust me, I'm hot as they get, like Al Green
Getting hit by a pot of them
Red's gone wild
Yo, I'm hot, global warming ridin on two-six
I ain't thug nigga I don't, bullet-proof shit
Gilla nigga, and we abide by
Yo M. C.'s out there, you betta stand clear
It's Funk Doc M. E.th on da world premiere
From New Jerz straight talk, america's best
Co' Island
cocky as fuck yeah I'm cocky as fuck
I'm cocky as fuck
Yeah I'm cocky as fuck
I'm cocky as fuck yeah I'm cocky fuck
Pop my pussy on yo nigga yeah I'm
boyfriend yeah I'm that cocky
Yo hitta in my dm y'all relationship is rocky
The way these girls mock me
I should charge by the copy
He luv to lick this cat he
Ric Flair
Woo
And I ain't never been a broke nigga
Yo money funny
And yo pockets is the joke nigga
I'm by the pound
And you cant smoke it like I
Ah
The Butcher comin', nigga
You know, niggas be talkin' like this shit overnight
I spent 'bout two thousand nights in the cells
So I'm like,
over, I've got a job to do
And the world will be less crowded by the time I'm through
And I'll keep rolling while bullets slide
'cause all my shootin's
Windows down in the nighttime
I got a bad pretty thing on my right side she quite fine
Mesmerized by her light eyes and nice size
She like boy do you
quick
I'm not really tolerating nun Else
Hoes fuck for a Name and they a hang yo ass right by the belt
I ain't really want her ass no more and that's Just
I’m puke’n , I just saw ya hoe she choosing , my bihh saw you and start juke’n, we got Hittaz on deck you get hit for a check, take ya queen out
Look I could swipe a 20 ball wit the right bin
Yo pieces get declined everytime you ain’t swipin
Whipped 8 to a whole now I’m sealin it
Under oath
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