Lyrics:
Hey girl, I'm just a small town run around
I get my kicks out on the outskirts of town
I could never do it like a pretty city boy
I'm more
Social media a dub n***a
Like 20 bag
Gotta run it back
When I run the track
I go ham n***a I go dumb with that
I go beast mode
I can't see straight
a small town boy bein' used like a toy
And livin' on a day to day
But you must believe that when I walk down the tracks
All those young girls fall back
town boy bein' used like a toy
And livin' on a day to day"
But you must believe that when I walk down the tracks
All those young girls fall back
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Song by Abdulsheyk
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That boy killer
Abdulsheyk
Say we gaht the juice here
Its Danny B (SAVAGE)
Baby girl I wanna dey with
on the block, I got the block on my back
Like James Brown, boy, I'm proud to be black
To all my sisters, Mother Earth has birthed us
Lurchers, it hurts us
these next lines
Growing up without a worry in my own mind
Girls had the cooties man they still land mines
Bikin' with the boys, nah we never did crimes
that flow
And it sound like dough
Then it let you know, boy
It's gotta be us
We been rocking these beats since the early 90s
If you don't know me, man
he freak that flow
And it sound like dough
Then it let you know, boy
It's gotta be us
We been rocking these beats since the early 90s
If you don't
I'll clean you up like the dishes
"I'm not pretty at all" - Girl, why you fishing?
Neo and I exposing you, that's our mission
Look closely, and you'll
my song on right now
Don't start a hope
Cause ain't nobody gonna
Help you, you can call the Pope matter fact
Play 'Rich Girl' by Hall & Oates
If you
to burn me (Yep)
Just like a cd
Cuz I'm popping yep
Just like some zannies
Da say it's mind over matter
So it ain't about mine
It really don't matter
on huge racks
Me and ma’ boies waving head on new phonk bap
Emx on collab puffing weed n relax
Shoutout to ma’ homies, Big SLATTTTT !
Gimme that .15 by .15
really like this girl she bad as fuck, why must I run away?
It feel like self assassination, I can't put this gun away
God damn, what's the plan, not
got out, time to stack like skyscraper
My girl she a ride or die
Always smoking, I'm hella high
Smell the gas when I ride by
Said he getting money, he
still a donny like Mozart
Early twenties, I was raving to Fly By
When I wasn't hungry for Wi-Fi
Playing CDs from my hi-fi
I love an action movie
worth mentioning
Boy I eat you up like snacks after the swisher sweets
Diamonds for me please
Ima beast in the tracks and I'm on the streets
Ain't no way
fitted hat
Where the liquor at? Sip of yak
That bitch and a vicious track I'ma get into that
Sly Pro tools to boast Joe smooth I coast to the West
Like
freakin' me out girl)
Boy, I've got all your records
(Yeah?)
Let's spend the night together
(I don't know
You're freakin me out girl)
She moves with such
tape or CD
The girl-boy killa, no team illa
The Fam-o, ammo, is every channel
We been hot for a long time burnin like a candle
What you can do is
foot nothing, I'm feeling the frame
A man that donkey on the back but like you need to be tamed
See I got her by the game, you know it?s a fact, boy
She
every single time
You threw away you're perfect match
Like a broken record, like a CD with a scratch
I am the one that gave you love
I'm still the kinda
sky high
Bad on the mic, but really I'm a nice guy
iPod on track 5, listen to R-Type
Likely to turn heads every time I pass by
If you hate, you're
Griffin and I can make you laugh like Desi
Pussy so wet, baby girl she need a levy
I don't care 'bout people, ain't no reason to be petty
Me and Yummy
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