Lyrics:
Like bob cuz i stay w a hammer
If he gotta bitch he hold her for ransom
And he gon get poked if it get jammed up
Cant get back doored i’m not a fool
If
of the bad momosa
the crilla with realy ?I kee a?
got every fizzle with it's comfortable to it I can holda
to about the weekend on her b-day we can leave a she
would really be that soft
Moving so solid when I'm tryna get the gas off
Twelve at the light, car came to a full stop
Looked both ways and you know he got
wilzzo-izzo-zee
Yo, straight up Missy killed that shit tonight for real
Ooh, I know, I know
I don't really care about her being pregnant by Michael Jackson
wilzzo-izzo-zee
Yo, straight up Missy killed that shit tonight for real
Ooh, I know, I know
I don't really care about her being pregnant by Michael Jackson
when I gave birth to him
And that's how I knew that he was a special child
They say "they never really miss you til you dead or you gone"
So on that
when I gave birth to him
And that's how I knew that he was a special child
They say "they never really miss you til you dead or you gone"
So on that
guess a dick that's hard as rock, is what these hoes Be missing
And in return she used her stolen credit cards to by Me casing
And later on she got this
I'm at the top and it's my time
Know you feel the breeze when I walk by, yuh
Worry 'bout yours, 'cuz I got mine
Your lane do not pass the white line
influence
Niggas tryna hold me back I gotta get too it
Dior on my jeans made by Hedi Slimane
Got the Teddy Psych jacket he did for Saint Laurent
I see from
we never lettin' shit go
Better hold back, before your ass gets picked off
I could really hit a lick on him
Catch a half dozen, 38, saw a special
Got
always planned
To grow the smallest vegetables in
All the kingdom's land
"They're poor," he said "but happy and
Well that's what really counts"
And every
(Right) i got every hype sneaker
But that's a poor man floss
True story, underground king, and he's bossy
Ahead of my days like I'm an Aussie
Get off me
I'm really hopin' you drop him
It's morals I really have, it's lines I could never cross
But you got somethin' that make all them good intentions get
actually got Javon in the studio too
But it's different, ugh
Ugh!
Hold on, back on track
Told y'all fuck niggas run that back
Told that bih gon and run that
of the plan (Hold up, hold up)
I ain't complaining, I hit 'em both while faded
Should've made a film 'cause it got X rated (Say cheese)
You already know how I
and told her ain't yo bills past due
She drop her head his phone ringing its his cousin them
His cousin in and out of jail she don't really fuck with them
He
Have you heard them stories
Bout Henrietta Longbottom?
Yeah, I heard a lot of
'em and everybody got 'em
I never really met her but
I know it's all
Now the rent has doubled up
She ain't got no job
I swear to god I'm bout to rob
Need a house I'll built it fast they'll call me bob
Shit
She's really
really be surprised
When it's there before your eyes
When you hold the knife that carves her
You live the life that starves her to the bone
Good
righteous intentions
Until she met that lil deadbeat ass nigga
He played with her emotions and fucked with her mental
He made it real hard for the next
can't take the shit
Finally got what he wanted, now he's good to go
Again the ride was smashed, where's my radio?
One time, the car was in the shop I had
enough
You act so hard with me
But I just saw you in a picture lookin' soft with her
Be calm if you wanna get along with me
Way you talk, really think
Bob pickin' thru seeds just to get a high my enemies barely gettin by
If YU send a fee YU could get the ZA when I get the green know i'm hittin' right
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