Lyrics:
her because she's mine and man being with a kid all day, it's like it's like being with a Coke head. Honestly, they never stop talking. They think
, niggaz bounce back
You better bounce back by yourself
Or I'm a make you bounce back
get the fuck from round here nigga
Or I'm a uppercut you nigga
I H4L
, niggaz bounce back
You better bounce back by yourself
Or I'm a make you bounce back
get the fuck from round here nigga
Or I'm a uppercut you nigga
I H4L
two, I know you know the one two yeah
Have it all your way, just to find you were swayed
Yeah I Know you know the one two
Step, Whose that man that you
Would, would, would've hate me
I can tell by the place man she would've blamed me
Wrap a dollar from my face when she would get up on me
And we all in
Fuse odg and speezy well we tell dem, blaze dem
(fuse odg)x2
Look at you in that dress
Girl you dangerous like a gun
Give them you nothing less
my film can't get richer
Standin’ by me without a deal
Making this mil
If I had money I'd go out
Buy you furs, dress you like a queen
And in
After you, your man'll get scarred next
And if your squad flex
I'm lettin' off like Bernard Goetz
A TEC-9 is my utensil
Fillin' niggas with so much lead
the judge, "free my girl"
Man, I did it by myself
Me, myself, and I
Me, myself, and I
Me, myself, and I
Me, myself, and I, nigga
Me, myself, and I
touch 'em)
Don't touch 'em hoe!
You see Snoop Dogg on the floor mac
Pimping ain't (yeah) now sit the fuck back
I'm the man in charge, +Boss+, my
But an unseen force has my back for the wall
All eyes hit the door, red dress shines loud
The moment has come, my fantasy's' here now
You sip Gin
this all would be funny
When you came back home in a week.
You'd turn twenty-two and we'd celebrate you
In a bar or a tent by the creek.
Your baby
this all would be funny
When you got back home in a week
Turn twenty two and we'd celebrate you
In a bar or a tent by the creek
Your baby would
with president Grant
Now I walk in right according to plan
Smooth Latin grooves by the band led by Zan
He's singing "One Man"
That's my jam
Sexy girls
I want you a lil obsessed with me
I want you in that red dress for me
I know that you gon be pressin me
I just hit you up
You got me
My heart
I got lots of gwalla, lemme show you how I show out
Everywhere I go I
Dress up and I go out
I got lots of gwalla, lemme show you how I show out
back out like I'm taxin' (havin')
I do the white Ones, least four times a week
I still dress like I'm trappin' (dope boy)
I don't care how gangsta you
shotgun, coolin' with my man fresh Wes
The royal blue Brougham was a drop top rag
You could tell we was pimps from the Las Vegas tags
'Cause that's how we
understand
Feel like you got up and changed the dress code on me
How can I take you back you ain't even say sorry
Now when I pop out I'm all alone at the party
like me
(Know you wanna cause)
Y'all wanna check like, y'all wanna dress like
Y'all wanna flex like me (flex like me!)
Y'all wanna check like me nah nah
hit me in my face
Every man gets his wish
Every man gets his wish
Your red Hawaiian shirt and
Your hair jet black
Hanging 'round with your friends by
white, I fuck blacks, I fuck Japs
Now what's hap? I make stacks, ASAP
I take that from the safe and I replace that
Stay strapped i stay low, stay back
got me arrested
Sent to jail and shit
She even tried to kill a nigga
But she so fine
It's like I can't stay away
Sit back little homie
Let me set
"Gimme a pound thank you man"
"Gimme a pound thank you man"
"Gimme a pound thank you man"
"Gimme a pound thank you man"
"Gimme a pound thank you
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