Lyrics:
I wanna be the reason that you smile
Cause girl I can't go a day without you
And your other nigga acting like a child
He just wanna fuck around,
a (Gangsta gangsta), 2-4-5
Gotta charga on the boost, baby girl you wann' ride?
With a (Gangsta gangsta), Aye!
Yea dat's me, tinted out ridin' durrty,
paper all over de flo', hair up in a ugly ol' bun, fountain pen danglin' out her asshole, an' talkin' dirty to a member o' de royal fam'ly!
Girl! dis
grinning, guaranteed that you'll be winning, this is only the beginning, the world gotta no, that this girl gotta flo, and I'm serven um yo, nothin like they
Damn girl, you got a tattoo right there
I like that, ooh shit, sexy than a motherfucker
Can I kiss that
Is it on your chest (uh huh)
Is it
Yo-yo homeboy, pass me dat
Yo, this is the song I wrote for the girl I love.
Her name, Mary Jane
Saggin' my dickies, smoke like a hippy
Smell
decided to sleep by the do'
Open my mind, try to slip inside my grandpa's fo'
Driftin' off into another stage of life
*** paid you price and big homies
how to see a
Psycho bitch
Never know when yo girl might be a Psycho
That bitch is Psycho II, psycho too
Kill em with a milli, put a knife in you
by my face
Got a chick on the flo on her head making it shak
Got em going up for me , all of em fuck with me
Only bad bitches make the cut like
Peso the stack from the Flo
I ran it up, ran it up fast
When i hit girl
Put my thumb in ha ass
Let's go get some fendi
My baby so bad, call ha penny
Ayy
I only came for the party. Hey
The room is filled up wit' bodies
Tonight we get gnarly and all my homies got me, yeah
Ooh girl you can have this
Check 1 2 ,1 2, 1 2
You like that
Uh, bitch gon' get down on the flo'
You ain't gettin' paper what you twerkin' it fo'?
All I see is a bunch
I got this down ass bitch she my rida
my number one slida
She my real talk ay I cannot deny her
But I'll be lying if this other girl I tried her
I
Ayy, and my lil bitch a rida
Twin cannons baby, got em singin like Mariah
When I'm down south, I be eatin jumbolaya
Call my baby apple by the way I be
AF1’s we gon' run up in your home
Baby girl you nasty way you talking to me
Your nigga gon' be hurt the way you lying through your teeth
The way I’m bouta
An you can tell by the way that he dress that boy a player/ nefititi on his neck girl it's carrots up in his ear /you can hear her but you can't see
And what's a
Broken glass
But an angry mood
Looking everywhere
For Cinderella
Got the shoe
And you can slip it on
Or you can slip it off girl
How else you
Ooh (ooh)
Flo (Flo)
Flo, oh
Yeah
Ohh, whoa
(Not my job, not my job)
Let's take it back one second
'Member when I had that patience
Why'd
with tha triple gold spokes
Creep in the door with my pockets on swole
Limp across tha flo like both of my legs broke
Slide to tha bar to get me somn
minute by your side is like heaven to me.
Baby girl, everytime I look into your eyes I wanna kiss your lips and tell you a thousand times,
You're more
[Manny Fresh]
I told ya fuckin' ass I be back
In a brand new Fleetwood Cadillac
License plate say money makin' nigga fa sho
Chillin' by ya boy house
friends
From across the lunch room
See you with your friends
Time to take the tray up
So you hit your girl and whisper
Go and take your tray up
And don't
Yo-yo homeboy, pass me dat
Yo, this is the song I wrote for the girl I love.
Her name, Mary Jane
Saggin' my dickies, smoke like a hippy
Smell
phone
Two on the wall, one by the door
And the other one doing a dance on the flo'
She came from my bottom roll
I watch the way she let that clit go
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