Lyrics:
niggas get dropped from left and right, you know I did it (alright)
When she put her hair in a bun and grab my belt, I'ma know it's real (ooh)
I'm heavy
He wanted to shine at the swap meet
Til the white boys got him in that hot seat
I only love it when her hair long
You should listen to this beat
stop...
...we'll find our way in due time.
[Verse]
Daydreaming 'bout my favorite Benz.
At my 9-5 killing nerves, but saving ends.
As my day begins
Come on baby, let's get in the car
I'm gonna take you real, real far
I'm gonna paint your mamma's face on the door
You ain't gonna see her anymore
the gat in my backpack
Loosen it, this when the strap back
Pull on her head, pull the them tracks back
He talking that shit, talk that fat cap
He ask me
pussies, said we all weren't shit
As we walked over to her, ho continued to speak
So we beat the bitch down in the goddamn street
But just living in
(Southside on the track, yeah)
(808 Mafia) Hey
I can tiptoe in her pussy like a Loub, Chanel (ayy)
Harriet Tubman twenties, weigh 'em up
Yeuh [Background]
Got an extendo on my hip dem extensions in her hair I gotta baddie on my dick, beef b drafty she ain’t dere, beefy fatty on her rear,
louder
I shoulda stopped myself there, but I was watching her move
She was wearing Fashion Nova's with the Jordan 5s
In a colour combination that had
better than great, heh heh
Uh in fact, I might just be top five
All-time, or at least top ten, well
Maybe nine minus five, divided by two
Minus the amount
He said, "Wasn't your hair different yesterday?"
Baby, I'm a Black woman
My hair was different 5 minutes ago
Cuz one thing about us
We gon switch it
murmur in your tracks
I'll come swinging at you with an ax
With one quick slash your head is off
Then I'll turn up at your crib with a molotov
Everyone
Samantha takes you down
To a place by the water
Serving toast with avocado
And omelets filled with peppers
And her hair is so much darker
Than you
ass up in the Ramada
Them trick niggas in her ear sayin' they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar tryna get a drink up out her
She like my
ass up in the Ramada
Them trick niggas in her ear sayin' they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar tryna get a drink up out her
She like my
gonna snake each other
Sleep in cells and get ate by rats
Yeah I got friends that I class as brothers
I dream about sending a lambo
Big fat chain, Rolex
rocks
You never did blend in with the big shots
On the fast track, ain't no need for no pit stops
I just laugh at nigga wishing they was this hot
Dealing with my problems and I feel it in my chest
White stuff in her hair but it’s not Pantene
I just hit it then I dipped in the whip laughing
I’m a king
in my hair
I'm a goddess, autogynophilic and autonomous
Iconic shit, my body was sculpted by cdonis yuh
Fuck Buck cngel and everything he's standing
to the hospital
There in Jersey
And sprinted me
As fast as I could to be with her
Lawd Ma said
It was the first time
She had been in a hospital
Since she had given
people been here
I see all of her friends here
Guess she don't have the time to kick it no more
Flight's in the morning
What you doin' that's so
feed lines to felines just to get up in their tummies quick
Yeah you got tricks but I got five more
So any game you try to play, you better know I got
own
Visions of a home she would make her own
Visions of life she could call her own
Oh oh oh oh
As the years went by to where she'd flown
Raised five
he map
I did some track, then got attacked and all because I fired back
But now we're deep inside his heart and staging up a heart attack
Live by my
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