Lyrics:
I don't wanna
I been focused on the green since I got up
I been focused
Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
workin' with)
But if you feel you got the biggest one
Then move, come shake ya ass
Shake ya ass, but watch ya self
Shake ya ass, show me what you workin'
could be one night
Pick it back up tomorrow if that's alright
Or take ya home baby I just might
Just gotta tell me what you'd like
I can see you got
I’m tryna see where ya heart at
You gave me yo love ima give you ya heart back (Give you ya heart back)
Y you tryna take dis money way from me
No
got into the car
I musta picked her up when I left the bar
Ya know I'm horny homey man I wanted to chill
But you know how mothers are, she wanted
your life
Turn ya back on a king
I got something to prove, I
Done got my groove back, and all in the loop
Once papa got a brand new weave bag
And some
by the straps, ya got ta kick her, fuck it!
That's how it go when ya dealin with a pro-per
Got my hand on the mic and I'm about to let it flow
self
I’m getting back to my self
Before I go ask a nigga for help Ima go get the bag by myself ugh
I’m getting back to my self
I’m getting back to my
caught slipping I knew I had to have mine (yeah)
so I hooked up with my folks who hooked a nigga with a nine
now I got my own back fade and once ya start
A lot of good friends by my right, ya (by my right)
But I got the Devil sitting on my left shoulder
Say I wanna fuck but that's just what I told her
Song Title: Stars Align
Chorus One:
I ya ya I ya ya i ya ya ya ya ya ya I ya ya I ya ya i ya ya ya ya ya ya i ya ya i ya ya i ya ya ya ya ya ya i
every night
God the Bugatti and the Ferrari in the back
Anything you f*ckin’ with you know that I ain’t lackin’
I got this shit on lock, I got that mac
Leave ya faceless strip ya naked
While I kill the beat boy you know I wreck it
Alpha Dog by the name of Lansky got a little patients but don't ya tempt me
buk, by popular demand
We back by popular demand, doin' it big
As big as we, can, divided we fall, united we, stand
My pockets got the green but I'm not
Yay, Yay
Wassup Kay Slay, Its the big homie E A Ski
Ya know, And I brought some West Coast riders with me
That'll ride on ya bitch ass
You got
deceived by the wrapping
Got caught in your web
And I learned how to bleed
I was prey in your bed
And devoured completely
And it hurts my soul
be callin' code read like Mountain Dew
'Fore I count to you can get cha back blown
'Cause ya gimmicks out of minutes like a track phone
Get back
Go ghost if you like, make sure the door don't hit ya
I was tryna' put donnys on, but I don't think they really got the picture
You can showboat
and laughter
Too busy with a female, tellin' me I'm the master
I was slick like, "Huh, do I know you?
I got play, here, let me show ya"
Used to have
to jail
I got mo' p**** to swell and mo' dreams to tell
I ain't going back to jail, I ain't going back to jail
And tell ya old man I ain't going back
back for that bag that you owe me
And I ain’t coming back by my lonely
I'm back for them acres
I'm plotting on the plot by ya neighbors
I'm back for
to get wit´ ya.
I won´ cuss, o´ hit ya.
But I´ve got to be straight
When I say I want to...
Til´ the break o´ dawn,
Baby, got it goin´ on,
A lot o´ pimps
by myself
Got a mansion, a condo, a cabin, I sleep in my Phantom
So high dancing with the stars to the Star Spangled Banner
I change your channel,
'Cause when it's time to shoot they quick to point the heat right back
I got one bad chick, she by my side
About two more wait-in outside
Roll out
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