Lyrics:
be falling for no ho
Tryna make it on The Hills, I ain't got nowhere to go
Said I was born in Georgia, on the corner
By the U-G-L-Y corner
up for you
Ay
I put it down, beat it up for you
I ain't been drinking but I'm drunk for you
Baby girl I should put yo ass in a mansion
Dream team, you
keep my game tight, I stay down, run it up by myself
I'm a player, baby, so don't play with me, better watch your step
Got a habit of fuckin' bitches
I'm never gonna break bread
Not even for a little head
I'm a player, not a cake-a-ho
Always gotta break a ho, down to the fucking floor
You step up,
even for a little head
I'm a player, not a cake-a-ho
Always gotta break ho, down to the fucking floor
You step up, I'll let you know
It's MOB, BME
P
traps like a ho
Which means I'm baggin bitches, my rhymes is gettin fatter
I dropped a lyrical bomb, why'all seem to scatter
You talk and chit
on the bottom
The way you shake that ass like ho's from Harlem
Reminds me to call ya the same time tommora
'cause baby I'm impressed, by the way you, shake
blowed
Got me copy rock star, Weezy Baby fuck these hos
Gotta pay me now for me to even take these hos
Price sizing for a show and the flow
So either
all night (just do it for me)
Don't waste no time girl (just do it for me)
Girl I pray that, me and you lay down
Come on baby, lay down, go on, lay down
It's just the love to be found
[Tammi:]
'Cause we're workin' on a buildin' nobody can tear down
[Both:]
Look what we've got, ho-ho-ho
on the Benz (speeding)
Runnin' through bands, I'm rich (I'm rich)
Everything president tints (hoo)
I'm on Ocean with a bad ho (Ocean, yeah)
Top down, she
Calm Down calm down calm down
I'm guessing you cross faded
I never knew U take hits
Stay calm don't need to panic
In the city where bad drugs do
Aaah
Ya
Ah-ah
Yes
I found a beat with no 808
No hand on the wheel, pouring NyQuil in my Gatorade
Sprinkling some baby powder
Chop it with a razor
back and said
I missed you so much can we take another ride
'By the sea' is what i feel, when I'm driving I-5 and my windows
Are all down and the music
to be found
'Cause we're workin' on a buildin' nobody can tear down
Look what we've got, ho-ho-ho-honey
Good lovin' ain't easy
Good lovin' ain't
travel too much and Baby sling too many drugs
Stay in the wrong place at the wrong time
With 2 bricks,(two of 'em) and a chrome 9
To these niggas I'm
the fella
In the Brite Nitegown
The eagle flies on Friday
My baby wants to bash
I hit the ATM
And march down the street
With a roll of party cash
Jeffersons.
Lets begin, it began, so begun
The story of one who went from girl to woman.
From crums to slums, to laced in diamonds.
Son by guns that sound like
and making it free
Ron-De-Vu with me and we busting back, see
Even when I win, it feel like he lets it be
Like Great Day, me and my homie Baby Bash
At the same
consent
And the rest will be done by my groupie)
Look, chill down, please, I just don't have the time for this!
(Girls, I think we found our next Harvey
All the lights are up feelin’ cozy it’s Christmas time
Santa’s comin’ but I don’t really wanna sleep tonight
Chestnuts roastin’ so openly down by
We feel like dancin' (Hey!)
We want to dance,
So don't turn the radio down! (Ho!)
Don't turn the radio down!
(We want the music loud!)
Don't
On that line
Said move it on down the line
Said move it down
What you gonna do
Where you gonna stay
Who you gonna ho' your ass out
Baby, where you
the gas station's when I'm feelin cozy
Deliquency in my bloodstream hyperpop as well
And some hypertension when I hear the prod. by baggie bell
Got the ski
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