Lyrics:
Hey mane
Have you ever had that one chick that huh
You know, you would do anything for
She feel like she the one
Let's get it
Only for you I
Gucci that Jeezy got
And I be buying the Louis that Kanyeezy cop
And I be ripping the same records that Weezy rock
This shit is easy pop
That's why
that's ready to ride
To keep the heater right by her side
[Eve]
Hey yo, so what the deal Dogg, tell me, keep it real Dogg
Niggas seem stressed
And if I heard you was frontin
I hope on the case
Wild one? Maybe, but I'ma protect my baby
Test me fool and by the end
You gon' think I'm crazy
That's how
eyeballin' the chicks, holdin' the mix
Gassed off of my shit, vibratin' the whip
One of these days and it won't be long (that's what you call it pa)
One
that I fuck shit up
These chicks are stupid crazy
Got me on the bar getting wasted
I feel like the incredible hulk
Cause I'm about to break shit
From
shit
Yeah, that little chick is hot but if she got rabies
I wouldn't give the bitch a shot, I'd poke her in the rear
But I bet if I licked her, she'd
to hold this bitch down
Like a motherfuckin' chick underwater, he tryna d-dr-drown
Shawty, when you dance, you got me captivated
Just by the way that you
pushing me
Yo yo yo! ok, let's go
After a lekker zef show there by tings n times
This hot chick steps to me and says, "I dig your rhymes!"
I said,
no easy trail (u-uh)
I'm a young millionaire, on a sea at a island surrounded by billionaires
Killa of a competition, I met a chick who a big walking
know that I fuck shit up
You know you know
You know that I fuck shit up
These chicks are stupid crazy
Got me on the bar getting wasted
I feel like
My chick told me I looked nice when I walked inside the salon
Make her dig my fuckin back out when she gets the fuckin claws
Play to motherfuckin
somethin' up
By the time I hit Chick Chicken (yeah)
In my black Ralph tracky, got my flicky on my waist
Call my shots, and my little fuckin' phone here
me a bottle of that
It's hella ass, some with glitter and exotic tats
You know my stats, superfly, MAC
I'm in the back getting worked by this girl
the hell
Now is that time, roll for the money
Life is a gamble but I'm a sure thing honey
Girl, you know you driving me crazy
So how bout it come on let's
1994 baby, the Maestro wild like a psycho
That's how we do
It goes in with the fat, out with the wack
In with the fat out with the wack
You niggas
gettin' money by the way that they greet us (yeah)
So much ice, my nose's gettin' runny, they thought they could freeze us (yeah-yeah)
I'm talkin' white
crazy beatnuts
Yeah, ghetto prose
The trouble is he's crazy
But don't blame me, blame it on the Henny
Beatnuts baby up in the mix
Harassing the chick
the hell
Now is that time, roll for the money
Life is a gamble but I'm a sure thing honey
Girl, you know you driving me crazy
So how bout it come on let's
a Somali chick
She tryna find out what this molly is
Know the blue and whites hoppin' out
That's why I put my work by the fence
That's why I hit
durph, uh uh
Let me get a sample of that ass
Murph durph and, Chingy, what they, say?, uh
Let me get a sample of that ass, S-T-L
St. Louis, north
tough love
Is love bad? Umm?
I might say maybe but
By all means imma cater my lady
My love mad? Mmm
You might go crazy but
Fall back now don't get shady
be here
So let's do this tonight
Hold up, let's do this
My love can be the truest
You can call me Louis, yes, Mr. Moon
Run up on that ass, you can call
does the same shit
She trippin'
So she got a lotta luggage
And that Louis bag is speedy
So she runnin'
I'm on Bedford and Halsey
We livin'
We the same
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