Lyrics:
And vice versa, that's why I be the first to
See Jacob and frost your wrist up
Now you owe me, I know you're tired of being lonely
So, baby girl, put it
Hut for them hardcore thugs
Niggaz who pimp bitches and hit the highway with them drugs
Feel my flow, mix it in witcha chronic main
$Hort Dawg, I
(Hook)
Tell me you gon hold me down
I don't need the sass or the anger right now
You know you could hit my dial
Communication fails when we
it seems like everyone still ends up in Green Right
By all means right you get lock it really seem like
Some get hit turn blood and some quit
Yo
the afterlife
I tell her slob on my knob
Like its corn on the cob
She keep goin' oh my god
And my broad is so bad I can't hit from the back
All my favourite girls
the afterlife
I tell her slob on my knob
Like its corn on the cob
She keep goin' oh my god
And my broad is so bad I can't hit from the back
All my favourite girls
I've been thinking all along
I've been writing all my thoughts
Thought I'd write a couple songs
Get the ice, get the bong
Take a hit, hold it long
the process and had to find it so
From a line of blow before to now lines that blow
And when I hit that mountain again and again I still climbed it slow
You
you that you average
Yea I'ma bend it
And rub it up
And smack it
A big freak come up in this little package
Now tell me
How you send a shot without
Cause now when you've tasted it you want even more
And so, if you got it hold on here we go!
Hey, can you hear it all around you?
Then get on down with
with the drawers on, man its cold as shit
Had the mag by the table, nigga hold this shit
He was one stupid nigga tryin roll for 'Delph
Not knowin
let's mingle my bitch wit da three some
I break on a bitch like I'm Sweet
Now she geeking
I gave her some sause if she leave I'm a hit
Death by
the feelings that I've been through all night
So instead imma talk about a story that I've been through
It starts with a little boy that had some issues
He was
they came to see
And I saw you leaving I peep it
Dropping a ticket on her she can keep it
I'm over here making hits in the booth
While your boy over
taste the funk and hit me
Just get on down and hit me
Bambaataa's jus' gettin' so funky, now, hit me
Yaaah!
Just hit me
Just start to chase your dreams
repping then hold it up
I was tryna buy that bitch a Beamer, but I ended up leaving (Yeah)
She was never a believer, but I bet she believe it now
Fuck all
Beep!
I figure you'se a ho but you can't help it
'Cause being raised by a ho is kinda hectic
Old material bitch
Gold digging for them
I'm back
For a pretty penny I'll snap
And if you ain't gang I ain't gettin on yo' track
He a loser
Boy that nigga never win
Every time I walk by all she
[Verse 1:]
I Met This New Girl Late June Or Early July
I Called Her A Bunch Of Times But She Barely Replied
Now It's December, I'm Driving, And She's Like
did that by myself
I've been ballin since a jit
I've been ballin since a boy
I did that by myself
I get money cause I can
I did that by myself aye
Tryna hit from the back, turn around
Bitch, slap on my rubber (slap on my rubber)
Now you gon' ride, get it (yeah), now you gon' slide, get it (slide)
wassup, you know wassup
Now fuck it up
Ruben that’s you boy
All of you hoes stay on my shit
I am the new new fuck did you think
Mess with the clique boy is
baby going crazy”
I know sum niggas thats felons
They make a mill on a regular
Back it up back it up (hold on)
Tell that boy get out the street
screwed up
Now that it's all gone in the past
It don't matter
But now I feel like I don't matter
They watch me hold my breath
Taking it step by step
Seeing
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