Lyrics:
don't know what Billy's getting for Christmas
but just know that you're getting a really nice toy
No, Dad, I want a big toy. It's not fair. Uno grande
Want your jewels, I want your drugs
Don't want your money, want your love
I admit that my habit's expensive
And you may find it quite offensive
But I
'm talkin' 'bout people that's
Dyin' for diamonds and the way that uh
They got uh, capa
What I want to say, monopoly over the country
And every time you say
I pray that you're billin' now (Lord)
Double R, them bitches, they get aroused (ooh)
Twenty cars, young brother with ten accounts, I'm out
On my
ya dick horrible
Head was so good that I wish it was portable
Pussy so priceless that it’s not affordable
But fuck it I’m on it you got it I want
She
cash on em'
Got a new choppa, I need that bitch that want a tag on
If you shoot me, you famous, if I shoot you, I'm brainless
So I'm about to be, dumb
ain't playin' by the rules
But you gon' change the whole game
I don't wanna suit and shade that cool
While until the love pain
Danger when you make me
ain't playin' by the rules
But you gon' change the whole game
I don't wanna suit and shade that cool
While until the love pain
Danger when you make me
ain't playin' by the rules
But you gon' change the whole game
I don't wanna suit and shade that cool
While until the love pain
Danger when you make me
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"Bad bitches, bad bitches, bad bitches
That's all I want and all I like in life is bad bitches, bad bitches"
bitches, bad bitches
That's all I want and all I like in life is bad bitches, bad bitches"
Now let's say that they less concerned with him
And more with
a call
To stop on a rap that I lead, so I pause
I give you 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
If that ain't enough, sit down till we're done
Syndicate scorned, you act
trying to live like the money team.
Ocean Drive with a bad bitch, I Double parked it on Collins
Bag Talk bag talk
Fuck her right in that foreign.
Took
were you when I was down-down-down-down-down-down?
Nah, we cannot work it out-out-out-out-out-out
Yeah, yeah
You ain’t finna make me feel bad for
and a revolver just to match the fit
Couple days later he got knocked for that shit
They say the good die young, well shit, I'm still alive
Guess I'm a bad
see?)
You can test it out ma, tell me what you see
Order what you want, hell yeah it’s on me
Don’t it tell ya i’m good?
(What that tell ya?) I’m good
small dicks
(Nah that ain't us, yo)
We just want to fuck with niggas with big dicks
(Yeah, that's us)
(I want some good pussy)
Big dicks
(Some good
call, n****s aim that tech
Blood drawn, headshot n**** brains on step
Hot s*** if you pop s***
And I don't want your opinion if you ain't got s***
We
from here
When every sense is in mono
Walk by faith, you appear
I want to live in stereo
I can't get there from here
Without a G\od-directed go
looks like a fool
" but you're a superstar
That's how I want to see my superstars i
Don't want to see my superstars regular
I keep saying this: I went
'm looking good
You can test it out ma, tell me what you see
Order what you want, hell yeah it's on me
Don't it tell ya I'm good? What that tell ya? I
those legs all I can see is the legs
No it looks good
My first fuck was this bad lil' mama
Tishawna, look like Lisa Raye daughter
I was a square nigga
hey, hey
And that's why I'm gon' take a good girl
I know you want it
I know you want it
I know you want it
You're a good girl
Can't let it get past me
wasn't
I swear you niggas is stubborn
Still hatin' on the next man
Now ya food gettin' cold watchin'
Other niggas that's grubbin'
I ain't into the subbin'
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