Lyrics:
something I cant be
I leave your head leaning
From this 223
Lightning strikes on top my pole
They striking by my toes
Solid to the bone and never
bitch take your top off (bitch)
Show no love bitch, I'm in love with Saint Laurent (Saint Laurent)
The Louis Vuitton ain't dropped yet but I got it
head up for all
My niggas that's on Riker's
To my Trinis and Guyanese
Crew hold your lighters
Ghostwrite for so much niggas I got arthritis
I got
need another zip (knock knock)
It was delivered quick
Ok safe travels on your trip (trip)
Paid the man and left a tip
I swear I hate playing games
Shawty
your mind, Dr. Frankenstein
I am the greatest motherfucker
That you're ever gonna meet
From the top of my head
Down to the tips of the toes on my
the top of your head to the tip of your toes
To afros, bald heads, dreads and all the stuff
Rough and rugged by my style
Like a juvenile gettin buckwild in
hair girl, bite your necklace
Let me show you what a nigga from Louis blessed with
Hey, I'm exprained to leave
When I'm done I flip the mattress
Nice and slow
Or fast and breathless
Pull your hair girl, bite your necklace
Let me show you what a nigga from Louis blessed with
Hey, I'm exprained
Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse
Pull your G-string down South, aoowww
Threw that back out, in the parking lot
By a Cherokee and a green drop-top
Smacked in your mouth by a nigga rockin' six rings
24 karat, all gold, like a young king
These niggas playin' both parts like Regina King
Dick in
a count of 4 or longer.
Inhale for a count of 5. Picture or sense oxygen traveling from the crown of your head to the tips of your toes. Infusing your
Shut down the negativity by repeating "yes"
Yes, hold up ya hand if you've been recently blessed
Yea, I speak from the chest
So it's an added bonus
the top of my head, to the tips of my toes
Come and heal me Lord
From this body of flesh, to the depths of my soul
Come and heal me Lord
You bore all my
Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse
Pull your G-string down South, aoowww
Threw that back out, in the parking lot
By a Cherokee and a green drop-top
Nice and slow
Or fast and breathless
Pull your hair girl, bite your necklace
Let me show you what a nigga from Louis blessed with
Hey, I'm exprained
at the top of a hill.
On your way, a wild animal, not far from the natural hedges, may be watching you. Before you notice it, you may sense the call
will peel your tip don't keep my shooters far (Bow)
(Verse 1)
Back to Bitch slapping with my fucking palm
Beat the marshmallows out they lucky charms
Brown
These niggas dressed like Mr brown and
Whipped top bald like Mr brown
And I'm coolin my niggas from
The west like Alonte
Sexy women look similar
is failing like a nail in the ceiling
Your head is squealing, your teeth is gushing
Coming out showers
Heart sealing away like missing ship
(Break)
the game like I see no threats
Ride around getting topped off with the top down from a ten
That's a dime and head
Stopping for nothing
I'm in my own category
at the top
Came from the bottom
Chasin tha bag
Nothing in common
We the guap
Thousands and millions
Them girls are thots
Suckin n fuckin
I'm at the top
Came
Savage
Put sum money on your head you a hoe nigga
Put your body in that dirt I'm grave diggers
I got hollow tips bussing out this clip nigga
Savage
above all you jive suckers
Listen, that's word to my mother
You throw a shot at me
I'm throwing a shot back
Your's is on a joint
Mine's whistling by your
Cardi
She Minaj like Nikki not your typical shawty
She from the burbs not a city girl she act brand new
She a Doll wit that Kash Saweetie ass wit
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