Lyrics:
The cargo ship enters the harbour
In his spare time the captain paints vaginas
His boys can move girls
Furniture, white goods, chemicals
Homes for
her Fendi
Filled up what's empty before I even tried an entry
Pipe a Robyn Fenty so my girl can try her Fenty
Beat your favourite in a battle
only fifteen, should have
Been a beauty queen, still
See her cryin' by the caskets
When her parents got killed
Little girl don't cry
'cause even though
here, girl
He at home? But he done fucked up
I'll swoop his girl
And what I'm bout to do
He'll feel I did him wrong
'Cause I'm bout to have a ménage
you've found
Is every little girls dream
So I said, mama does love ever last
She says, where by now let the future come to pass
Just understand
Jeans skirt butt-naked it all work
[Chorus - Jagged Edge]
Gotta love ma little nasty girl
U know I love ma little nasty girl
I love ma little nasty girl
at his girl
I'm fuckin up his world
And she talkin bout his broke ass pockets
These niggas out here cock blockin
cock blockin
These niggas out here cock
the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
As the baddest rapper there
the screen and take it off, off
See I can't wait till I get a little taste of you
And I just upgraded to 10-80i, hi def just for you
My digital girl, girl
the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
As the baddest rapper there
and the rocket sled itself got lunched!
By a famous mountain-in and his small, wooden wife.
Good bye to las vegas
Farewell to the lounges
We pulled a few
here a little later on
You know out in the country don't make no plans
Grab a pretty girl, take her by the hand
Rockin' out all night and roll back
homies
Why? Cause all the homies on me
Hey yo all the digital gonna have to do for now
But I'ma break it down when I get by your town
I love it girl
just wanna rap
Facts cass' ain't strapped! You wanna ride
In ya girl car 10K I want him dead!
Put some numbers up for his box
Since he think he
hit it two times (two)
You know what happens by the third, hit a few times (hahaha, uh, yeah)
No judgement 'cause everybody has to make a little, uh
the
King upon his throne
I'm ready for their stones
I'll dance, dance, dance
With my hands, hands, hands
Above my head, head, head, like Jesus said
I'm
a little girl on the Fourth of July
Was born in the front seat of his car
It was amazing
Kinda like a shooting star
He was happy told his family
Let's have this baby
Oh, baby, come on, come on
(Come on, come on)
Let's bring another life into this world
A little boy, a little girl
Let's put
more daddy's little girl)
You a big girl now, in a world, where these niggas are foul
You could be aborting the next Michael Jordan
Your man don't
She is his Baby Girl Baby Girl
A mans daughter is his heart
There is nothing greater
Little girls soften their Girl Dads hearts
His heart is
walks by
Stops 'n' gazes at her dreams in his eyes
I say""Momma, Daddy's actin' kinda weird""
She says""Girl, ask yourself how you got here!""
Pre Chorus
on the court near avenue lane
Close By there they met a girl her name was merry Jane
Jay thought she was cute and had her all in his brain
But little did this
to a girl
She mightn't be so bad at that
A kid with ribbons in her hair
A kind o' neat and petite
Little tin-type of her mother
What a pair
I can
cracked
Wiggled his little fingers just a
Bit with a stretch
Aimed his gaze at the face of the girl
Then grabbed that little hick by
The neck and said
I am
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