Lyrics:
will, so you gotta run it by me
Pint of dirty might do Sprite, I'm double toastin' tonight
Just put that shit on ice, hope you ain't forgot the ice
to work it
So you can reminisce what I'm about to do
Gripping your thigh
Biting your lip
Hands on your body
Say you fucking with me
Taking my time
Don't say
all alone
She took me by the hand and away we go
She don't say a word and I can't say no
But I know she talking dirty in español
We were kissing all
Now I'm not the lady in your prophecy
So get your damn hands off of me
Logically you're bad for me
And typically you're mad at me
You see black
want smoke imma see what he on
Take a trip to his home while he chilling alone
Got em begging for mercy put one in his dome
Young black nigga from
Hilson licking on this pretty boy cock / I thought I told you that we won't stop / had to hit both the Dirty Money bitches cause it all about the guap /
got exposed by E! ('sposed)
So naive, cold in the streets (streets)
Sleep on my feet (feet)
Money turn homies to zombies, they eat (zombies)
Miss
the camels
Bitches be dirty they riding like camels
Hands on like a motherfucking handle
I'm lit like reliable candles
Stay strapped like a pair of beach
see it
You can be my dirty little secret
You're the kinda girl I wanna be with
Imma be here til the end
If you need a hand I'll lend
Tell the people
hunt
From now on, y'all crossed the land
Craig Mack's the upper hand with more
Rhymes than the beach got sand you're an MC
Yo my original job is that
of y'all
It's like this, shorty, drop, come and get with me if you want to ball
Car switchin' by the day, struttin' all through the A
Hands up crunk
Distilled through her warm hands
It was sour, thick and bittersweet
Tasting so full and round
And after, she could use what's left
To fertilize the ground
garments
Long trench coats with our hands in our pockets
Slappin' all you scary-ass rap artists, half-retarded
Swear by our forefathers
Anything you speak,
coats with our hands in our pockets
Slappin' all you scary-ass rap artists, half-retarded
Swear by our forefathers
Anything you speak, think, or show
stomp that ass out like a million man march
Sawed off shot gun hand on the pump, finga on the trigga
Ready to dump
Blow a mutha fucker bye bye
Point
a rage
I knew I refused to hand it over
Burn me, burn me, burn me, burn me
I know what's going to happen next
(stood at the next table touching the lips
Paralyzing weak niggas with these Killa Bee stingers
We don't hear that weak shit that you bring up
Poppin' your lips, balling my fist
Making sure you sip
opportunity knocking
Gotta new chance to make a fresh start
Devil in the red dress
Red heels
Red hat
Red lips
But she got the black heart
New
black on her lips
Blonde black hair, with them thick as hips
You know that i got you now trapped if i want to
Little freakshow with them short dress
DX
Twins on a rise
Jay Black
Black diamond
Two double O two
New face
Twins on a rise
What you goin do
Check us out come on
Recognise this
hittin gates, shit is dirty, plenty tight
leapin tall buildings in a single bounce feelin ceiling lights
hear me this if I go I better go in style
no hands
(Mesmerized by her sexy eyes)
Put my arms over her head and move that ass without no hands
(Mesmerized by the way you whine on me)
Put
his lips?
About flourishing from the streets to black businesses?"
Level four, y'all live and give in to false imprisonment
Listen close my nigga
Oh, holy rabble
We art ensnared to quiver liketh rippled air
Diocese of did melt sand
Worship with thy chroming hand
Coal-black clad horizon
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