Lyrics:
call me by my government name
Her panties wet over fame
Fall in love with my chain
I wonder if I wasn't an entertainer would she remain
Surrounding
sure sounds different to the usual
Meet a guy give him time
Think he fly and that you slow
He sneaking out with his guys making her Tony Kukoc
She
feel like I gotta get him
He ain't a comedian, must have had Marvin with him, I'm leaving if she don't got Grabba with her, I go over bricks like I'm Bob
really sober yeah, yeah I ain't never really sober
I ain't never really sober but I gotta kind my mind opened, yeah
Got keep my mind focus on all of these
long as nobody get hurt
It keep your average citizen on point and alert
And don't forget to check her d-cup
Now I bust how he got this duck for his
time, y'all thought a nigga was high, thought I was crazy
My mama, she ain't cut no corners
Got me back on track, I don't miss her oversteppin'
But do
in training/
Don’t know what to do wit a Snoop/
In need of some money Bob Dylan the blues/
Don Juan got me dripping the suit/
Sean John got me Diddy
Got hittas shooting throw your window, just concentrate on your temple
Bob and weavin through the guillotine, spot a opp through every Ravine
Tearing
liquor lookin' like you wanna be
Bloodshot I thought
What you hold and what you got
Ten motherfuckers waiting for me in the parking lot
Guess I went too
kitchenette could cook correct he'd disconnect her damn dress
Turn your Schooner's galley into a shooting gallery
Privateer sear the powder keg and then we
doesn't give a fuck about
Who he's got to hold
Got to hold
He's a man in the mirror (yeah)
And he got no control
Over his emotions
He don't feel
He don't
it
Yeah, it turns me on
Alright, hold tight
I'm a highway star, yeah
Nobody gonna take my girl
I'm gonna keep her to the end
Nobody gonna take
Really hadn't been Will Oldham
Even though he did hold my arms and fucked me
Just like Will sings in "A sucker's evening"
But whether it was him or not I
check out my strokes, I dive in her pool
She wanna ride this dick after she chew on it
She saw the MCM filled up wit blue hunnids
Got a white shirt and I
a really pretty tat,
And her ass fat, Palm grip,
Booty slap, Booty fat,
Booty that booty clap
[Chorus - Juro]
Thot Phatty, Your body
Mighty a hot like
like it's seasoned right
And he don't gotta worry cause it's really tight
Imma pretty ass bitch i don't gotta fight
But it's up if you want it ,it's
back home, tries to tell his wife
Only finding there's nobody home, now he knows that he's really alone
Then he calls up his lady, she says, What do you
to our Mom
Unless she humiliated you, by your lack of success
Humiliated you, on every phone call
That's why I didn't call her but every two weeks
Yet you
"he cheated on her" just wasn't fucking true
Anyway, after that a few weeks went by before she let me see you
And she said it was because I still
He really had his kids in the car that shit was fucked up
I ain't sipping on grape juice this purple up in my cup
I beat her doonies down on the floor
come and get me
Take it from Oprah Winfrey, tell her she right on time
Kendrick Lamar, by far, realest Negus alive
I got a feeling nigga really that my money be the root
Look up at the stars she like honey where the roof?
Pull up hear the dogs canaries they goin
the scene with a
Clip full of hollows, Put a hole in his tee
He got soul 'til his face by
The soles of my feet
Don't get stepped on (Don't get stepped on)
I
An uncontrolled beating, her young heart just wouldn't be still;
She got a hotel, a room at the Lily Belle
Quickly she changed to a form-fitting black satin dress
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