Lyrics:
Demetrice, Evet, and Sabrina
Never gave you the low on this stank hoe
Katrina I seen her, walkin' out the Melph by herself
She's a bad bitch from Uptown who
"Ayo! Can we get a pic?" I said no
And they said "Oh! It's Wolf Gang, "Yonkers"
Goblin is my shit though"
Now I'm like, "fuck
I don't want to be
the proper full crew I'm leavin' with
You can act like the mack don't effect your type
Cause you know a nigga tryin' to have sex tonight
Ain't no secret,
gave your girl a ex tab
The best sex she ever had
[Chorus: x2]
I gotta be a player for life, I gotta be a player for life
[Too Short]
It'd be
on pum
Michael Jack, moonwalk in the crutch
Pretty face and a whole load of butt
Ching him up, tryna take out your guts
Boom-boom, bang, got two in
the pun but you are beaming
And I love you with no expectation
Sometimes I'm rattled by your name
Immovable rest upon your chest
I hear the grass grow
Today
Want it all by now I'ma die some day tell them all that its on right now
Left hand on her ass right hand on the dough right now
Ain't no telling where
all of the baby steps
A/S/L, go and tell me 'bout your age and sex
Send me your location next, like Khalid
I'm living life exactly how I really want
the birds, like an eagle
Traded away, that's a Michael Vick eagle
You just worry about yours
I'ma just worry about mine
Shout out to my nigga, Jerz
We
out by suicide
Savage cannibals and rabid animals are euthanized
Fuck killing the living I'm raising the dead
Rush villages missionaries lay in your
why, I know what I know is right
But trust me, dog, guide our providers, rule 2: find out who's who
See Judas hung around Jesus, you don't want the same
to paint these movies fooling in my dreams
Another masterpiece, I'm Picasso baby
Scorsese, Basquiat, Bay action crazy
Jordan or Michael Jack, more than
those 20's on your car"
I said I beg your motherfuckin pardon
Them is Michael Jordan's baby
She gotta understand the type of nigga you dealin with
you before Eve
Ruff riding through the streets in sync with swiss beatz
Two albums in a year making that swiss cheese
I hope you owed your masters you
Chorus
I don't want to be like old George Reeves
Stuck in a Superman role.
I've got a long way to go in my career
And some day my fame will
The EP is in effect from dusk to sunset
She want a rim shot all over her drum set
Jump the bed rubbin' your head- it's rough sex
50 ways to keep
Somehow, it finds it's way to Mexico
I know my junkies still got hockey flow
Whiter than some Colgate, make your left
Wrist rotate, you the dopeman,
Wait for it ohhh
Wait
Now come beg me for it
Beg me
Now I know that you want it
All your wishing coming true
Tell me what you wanna do
I'm the genie in
you all shaw and no shank
Bugatti, gotty, ain't street legal so I pull up in the tank
I got two legs, I got two legs?
I got two legs and one of them
tomorrow/ I recall wallball, double Dutch, and 2 hand touch/ Freeze tag, TV tag and bean bag chuck/ And dead leggin your cousin cuz he played too much/ Peace
Michael Jackson (Michael Jackson, yeah)
Gone head do your dance, drop to the floor
Gave her my all but she wanted more
Ohh, woah woah
I told you the bitch
like I'm in the nascar
Pussy taste so sweet, Martini Pornstar
Be my bonnie I can be your Clyde
A sweet sweet one right there by my side
Didn't they tell
Just kinky sex up off in the boom boom if she want to
And if she don't, then I'll dial another date
That means find another face to replace, 'cause I
to get her might emit her, what you gone do? (wha?)
I tell you what, we won't be fallin for that one, two
Just kinky sex up off in the boom boom if she
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