Lyrics:
settin' a precedent,
Just like that John Denver track, I'll take it to your residence,
Yo that's a bad crew,
I'm not surprised by generic raps, shit, half
never ever thought I'd to have resort to drug smuggling
Naw, that ain't what I'm about
Cee-lo will just continue traveling his route without any doubt
ever thought I'd to have resort to drug smuggling
Naw, that ain't what I'm about
Cee-Lo will just continue traveling his route without any doubt
me your number I'll give you a call
She said my hair looked proper as it blew in the wind
But I can't have her number 'cause I fucked her best friend
doin, my name is Dre Dog
You give me your number I'll give you a call
She said my hair looked proper as it blew in the wind
But I can't have her number
Peel the top off the can of Pellegrino
Lost my money at the tables, but I got it back in Cee-lo
I'm trying to have the bank account with all
don't drop that kilo
Dbo, fundz you can't miss me on road
Fundz, 'cause man's got green like Cee-Lo
Bro, bro went and bust that gun
I don't think that
I was swellin
Hangin out on the corner playin cee-lo, rollin for half a kilo
Yo you'll never see G-low a-goin below
Yeah, straight gettin fortunate,
door cold bust in
It was her fuckin' husband, six-foot ten
I knew my life would soon end
Homeboy tried to kill me, he didn't use a bomb or a gun
around
Heard of her
Lil bitch named Cee Cee
But when she give her info
She go by lakey key
Quit playing hoe
The city know you like dashiki
Suck dick good
Hundred dollar snot box on cee-lo, fuck eighth
I need a kilo, got a plot, move my block down state
Got the drop on the spot, movin' pounds of weight
Fuck
knife pulled (knife pulled)
I'll kill you (I'll kill you) if you make me (you make me)
They wanna see me shot up (shot up)
Locked up (locked up), you
that night her hot
Humpy performance of "Anaconda" was part of
A medley, and it was followed by a quick
Costume change that didn't quite reach
never need no bitch
Tell her take everything, don't leave your shit
Then I sent to her by her mama told her I'll holla
Tryin' get it poppin' now I'm
Along with the rest of your outdated Raps
Next to your packs of
Garcia Vega Cigar Papers
If I catch your mama
Joggin' in cross trainers
I'ma go across her
the snakes, I cee-lo with that lucky seven
Talkin' Ice Cube, MAC 10, MAC 11
Leave your car wet, Garnett, yeah, Kevin
My proposition ain't the competition
of Cristal Brothers
Hundred dollar snot box on cee-lo, fuck eighth
I need a kilo, got a plot, move my block down state
Got the drop on the spot, movin' pounds
of my rocker
Oh yeah
'Cause she don' put it on me
Come between me and her and I'll
Set your ass off proper
I'm willing to lose everything
I'm
every thought in my brain
Girl, you hear me?
Loving you, loving you
Lo-lo-loving you, baby
What else can I say?
Uh uh uh
I'd kill a man for you
Baby, I
I get that green like I’m Cee Lo
Catch a opp ( fah fah ) free throw
HK in the Burberry peacoat,
She suck me up like a vacuum off the lean she
bitch to my right, I'm employed by the reaper
Push her panties to the side, brace yourself I'm going deeper
Make her cum in my ride, looks like she got
my tuli made em fall
And I’ll end you like a period
Like two lips stain the drawls
Had to get it off my chest
Like a stripper and her bra
Yeah! es el
of hits
Then I'll kill your Top Five and I'm pleading the fifth
Better than anybody you seen prior
Do it off the top you seen Pryor
Anybody want smoke make
cause them Fritos I could eat em
I could reload, pass to Cee-Lo, grab the blunt then come and meet ya
Pass the blunt now
Juke Juke
Grab a broad and
Juke
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