Lyrics:
back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't
That carry around a fire hose
Keep a clean nose
Watch the plain clothes
You don't need a weather man
To know which way the wind blows
Get sick,
doin' her wrong!
Then back Frankie dashed to that hotel,
Started yankin' the bell!
She said, "Stand back, you madam and floozies,
Or I'll blow each
doin' her wrong!
Then back Frankie dashed to that hotel,
Started yankin' the bell!
She said, "Stand back, you madam and floozies,
Or I'll blow each
doin' her wrong!
Then back Frankie dashed to that hotel,
Started yankin' the bell!
She said, "Stand back, you madam and floozies,
Or I'll blow each
doin' her wrong!
Then back Frankie dashed to that hotel,
Started yankin' the bell!
She said, "Stand back, you madam and floozies,
Or I'll blow each
Though the world may whisper and howl at your door
You're not obliged to let them all in, okay Johnny
Baby don't you ride in that faux Cadillac
If you
Ayy, this that chi-town shit, ayy, ayy, ayy, JD
I'm on with no feature
Drive by in a Beamer
He gon learn a lesson, I guess I'm his teacher
He tough
that
I came back with a brand new bag that I have Full of passion
I'm gonna blow your fucken brains as if your plastic ass were a damn gasket
Eat these
Thats what i’m working for
Don’t like me but you all up in my Likes
So what you lurking for
Man we up by 5 y’all down by 3
You need to fix the score
All
doin' her wrong!
Then back Frankie dashed to that hotel,
Started yankin' the bell!
She said, "Stand back, you madam and floozies,
Or I'll blow each
doin' her wrong!
Then back Frankie dashed to that hotel,
Started yankin' the bell!
She said, "Stand back, you madam and floozies,
Or I'll blow each
Who's that little Mexican
Buzzing out Pflugerville
Smoke weed get drunk
But we don't pop pills
My girlfriend kick me out the crib
I told her baby
doin' her wrong!
Then back Frankie dashed to that hotel,
Started yankin' the bell!
She said, "Stand back, you madam and floozies,
Or I'll blow each
doin' her wrong!
Then back Frankie dashed to that hotel,
Started yankin' the bell!
She said, "Stand back, you madam and floozies,
Or I'll blow each
cash
Old friends I no longer have
I know a lot of people that smile in my face
But talk behind my back every time I'm gone
So when they call my
got that hustler's passion ya know,
Them boys back at the a** end,
I'm at the bank tryin' to cash in okay!
Okay,
Came in the game as a youngin',
got that hustler's passion ya know,
Them boys back at the ass end,
I'm at the bank tryin' to cash in okay!
Okay,
Came in the game as a youngin',
got that hustler's passion ya know,
Them boys back at the ass end,
I'm at the bank tryin' to cash in okay!
Okay,
Came in the game as a youngin',
It's your boy, Mr. Wonderful
Reporting from the backseat of a limo
You can smell what I'm smoking right out the window when the wind blow
Oh, oh,
broad, she don't go-go
Stick like a cactus, blow you off the atlas
Run upon you with that Draco
I got my ratchet and I'm rockin' Coogi
Don't make me act
got 'em like Chris
Rock when he played Pookie
The strip poppin', I ride for cash
N' you softer then a toddler ass
You could ask any cat that was
got 'em like Chris
Rock when he played Pookie
The strip poppin', I ride for cash
N' you softer then a toddler ass
You could ask any cat that was
You fuck 'em in the ass, then you give 'em cash for it
That's some sick shit homeboy
A hundred years ago, they'd have took you to see Sigmund Freud
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