Lyrics:
You ain't never made love with a real nigga, I can tell by the way that I deal with ya
I ain't nothin' like a ex, I'm a real nigga, Spittin' game, I
Back to back
All ya' haters be back to back
All of ya' bitches be wack to wack
Fucking with the real one - got no bank
You got no knack
It's Back
of dawn
Now I got a man coming on right now
He's guaranteed to throw down
He goes by the name of Wonder Mike
Come on Wonder Mike do what ya like
I
Patek, and I got ya boys riled
(hunnid) one night with a bitch
That pussy drove me wild (oh, damn)
Hunnid K Patek, and I got ya boys riled
(riled) one
wanna hear a peep baby, roof
Gotsta recognize the heat baby, roof
It's the M.I.B. baby,
Got somethin' for all eyes to see, baby
Nod ya head!
When we get
Aww, ya mom is so fat (How fat is she?)
We rode up on her back to get some burgers from Wendy's
And her skates went flat, I got stuck in her butt crack
Aww, ya mom is so fat (How fat is she?)
We rode up on her back to get some burgers from Wendy's
And her skates went flat, I got stuck in her butt crack
Cheeba chebba, y'all
You're all (Cry together)
Cheeba cheeba, y'all i need (Lie together)
Ya don't stop to get by (Cry together)
Yeah yeah
Ahh (You
Kid
Cudi has returned the vibes is back
I know it's gonna be a lot
Of conversations after tonight khaled
I love you i know you got
Killers in Miami,
major
Let me play her like a game of fuckin' SEGA
(Beep Beep) It's time to wake up
2 in the mornin'
You gotta leave, gots to sleep by myself
Cause I'm a G
backs like King acts
Over Organized tracks full of facts
So you know that it's D.E.E.P
You want to go D.E.E.P., I'll take ya D.E.E.P
You know you fucked
'm ready, let it rock
Keep it number 1, that's easy mathematics
Keep it number 1, baby, ain't no static
Got that hourglass for you, baby, look at these
'm good
What they tell ya? I'm good, what she tell ya? I'm good
What you see? I'm looking good
Crusin' on them 22's, got me sittin' pretty
You should
Zone out, with Sean Combs and bizzy-bone out (I see you in the club)
And by one, I'm gettin' thrown out
Mami, got her toes out, ain't one army can
basketball
In the backyard on a forty by sixty-three foot long sports court (what?)
Hope I don't go back to slangin' ya-yo (ha)
Slangin' yayo (slangin'
money blue, ya, you know we can't lose, ya
I don't need you by my side, I don't need you as my sidekick
This sh*t is part of my life, I don't need you
bone it's on
It's so strong, niggas in the next room'll cum
I got ya head swingin'
Tongue kissin' as I hit it from the back
With the bed ringin'
and bend ya rump
Put ya back in, back out and do the hump
Put ya hands on ya knees
And bend ya rump
Put ya back in, back out and do the hump
Well I
this here gat and shoot ya in the eye)
Who ya fucking with governor E?
Don't ya know I'll hang ya dead ass from a tree
(Then swing ya by ya foot)
steppin' hos checkin' a nigga with my bozack
Why I got to keep on tellin' you not to battle me
When ya know one thing that you can never pay me back
So bitch
I I get it,
Whoa hey
Yeah, yeah,
Whoa hey
I run New York!
Whoa
I get money, money is got
I'm back on the streets man,
I get money, money is
before
Ya'll speak to me, don't come at me high
Last rapper that raised his voice to me
Got jabbed in da eye
Now if I say I'm gone get you, I'mma get ya
ya
I got PTSD from the killin's of these beats
I'm a veteran
I came in the game like a soldier
I could sun you like Barbosa
Me and Nash playin' soccer
offened by this
Grown man havin babies, spendin money on weed
Knowin god damn well they got mouths to feed
See I call that a nigga, that's some ignorant
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