Lyrics:
on the dashboard
Move with them realest G boys aka cashboard
Never see me with pussy niggas moving with cowards
You can't eat me my bars re sower
Top dawgs never get
It all started back in high school while I played pretend
From my favourite tv show to my favourite pen
Saving myself from mean boys, just trying
Forreal
You really don't give me no chose
I can tell by the tone in your voice
That pussy already moist
And you want me to come get it of course
She wanna
freak in the mini skirt
She was dancing real nasty all the boys like her
You can handle like a dog but you won't get game
You'll only get dog fake
of my childhood will never be forgotten
It was just an old plywood boat
A '75 Johnson with electric choke
A young boy two hands on the wheel
I can't
love with me
Now you just another victim
Let’s just do the nasty
Baby boy and get it
We just get entangled
I don’t care ‘bout other bitches
When it come
Stop the Earth from spinning, sick of it, gonna get off
People don't wanna learn to love, but just to hate and scoff
And that is how I see
along on tour
Just to have a good time
Or paying Calamity Jane five-thousand
Dollars to be heckled
By twenty thousand macho boys in Argentina
Or asking my
you get up in it
Damn, let me see you work
I can tell that you a flirt
I don't want it 'less it hurts boy
Let me see you sweat
Grab me by the fucking
it, bow down and pop it in
Droppin' it in her esophagus (esophagus)
She get so nasty, in public she classy
Perhaps she is able to swallow it
Girl,
(Yeah, uh, it's your boy Jim Jonsin)
Mmm-hmm, mmm-hmm, mmm-hmm
Yeah, baby
When I touch her she like, oh, when I hug her, oh-oh
When I rub her
(Yeah, uh, it's your boy Jim Jonsin)
Mmm-hmm, mmm-hmm, mmm-hmm
Yeah, baby
When I touch her she like, oh, when I hug her, oh-oh
When I rub her
reverse
Man, drop the addy, drop the addy, drop the what?
I'm gon' bring a baddie, bring a baddie, bring a what
Yeah, she might get nasty, might get nasty
No Face No Name
Hey, Rich
Boy, you a fuck up, boy, you a suck up
Boy, get ya luck up, yeah
Boy, get ya money up, boy, get ya funny up
Boy, I'ma smoke
it I'll stand by you if you stay by me
You gon be my lady B ima be your jay Z
I'm a skinny bad boy not a heart breaker
I'm not a player baby I don't
Niggas really hatin' that they ain't me And all these bitches here, boy, they not yours
You know the spot lit, you drive by And it's 3 a.m., you see
strong
What up G Nasty that boy coming home
Aye I gotta run this shit up for my momma
America's getting colder these times is getting harder
These jobs
number
Dopey dope smoke and a lot them thunder
Pushing out his work bitch I
Get it by the bundle
Your thot drop neck then she back I huddle
Rolling through
it
Yaun take it to the streets let the whole world know it
It's the chance for your big career, don't blow it
Or get it blown from the top gun
One, take it to the streets let the whole world know it
It's the chance for your big career, don't blow it
Or get it blown from the top gun nigga
I ain't
(Guess that's what you get)
Never say we didn't warn you
When you pay to play
She's got a nasty reputation
You better look out for her
Johnny is
crasher
Straight up thrasher thrashing
I Give more bones than a dog im nasty
Be loyal to ya boy I'll call ya lassie
Boujie in the backseat
She a boujie
Trap jumping I just got in my bag
They say that I'm rich but I came from them rags
Get off my clit lil boy why you mad
New whip riding round with no
yeah
You always let me down, boy
But when you're going down I get so up
Don't know if I could find someone
Who do me like you do
I've been
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