Lyrics:
around
Where dem hoes be
Yo I pity me
How I pity you
How I’m pretty pleasing
Her pole dance
See there’s no chance
I’m a rapper
Now I Whip mix
I’m
T. Nosek on the leftwing (Ice)
Not the fresh prince, I'm the king
But I'll slap yo ass like a Jada fiend (You bet watch yo mouth)
Real shit next up
shot of whiskey in my coffee
So I'm feeling pretty tipsy by the time I hit the offy
I spent a ton - I'm doing pre-drinks properly
So when I ain't got 10p
to the rim with black model-c chicks
They all talk slick so I talk slick back
Packed blue skies that hurl hair back
My radio is high drive right by
Aint no big
She'll be back by six, son pissed you off, I know
When I spoke, yo, you didn't say shit
But still, you was looking mad cute to me
With your lips poked
I float by
Call me if you maybe find the time
Hey buddy that's neat
Here's a deal I spit heat
For an ounce of my flavor
You beg and plead
When I'm
Bettin' I'm gettin' my sex while I'm passin' up bets
Grab my horse by the reins and tame it
Watch where I aim it, so I don't flame it
I can't explain
[Pre Chorus: Mr. White Dogg]
Im bout to digg in my bag
Just Watch what I do
Hit after hit
Leaving blue flames in the booth
These niccas he
as it's kept they won't be back next year
Yo, I'm frustrated you nah'mean?
I use to work at McDonalds, just got fired
If I get in, I'm sprayin'
as it's kept they won't be back next year
Yo, I'm frustrated you nah'mean?
I use to work at McDonalds, just got fired
If I get in, I'm sprayin'
Cause right when I tell you it's over
By the end of the night I be
Right back in bed with you
I be right back in bed with you
So don't tell me you love me
Baby, I'm distracted by you (You, you)
Baby, I'm distracted by you (You, you)
Baby, I'm distracted by you (You, you)
Baby, I'm distracted by you
like I'm
Kinda funny
But where I live we don't have no money
So we want to be hip to the happ'nin's
Here on land.
Now I thought I was stoned so I
(Lavish63) What's good fool?
(The homie) Yo bro!
(The homie) Mann bout tha girl, you know what i'm sayin
(The homie) She bout to do that shit all night again
'That's what the fuck I'm talkin' about
That real shit nigga'
Living room packed, laid back on the flow
Niggaz can't see me on the madden with
but I be chilling in my zone
Pulling cards like teller bitch I'm bout to fix this hold
I don't care about yo feelings nigga tell me bout yo throat
Oh
time
I'm covered by grace
So I'm changing the pace, I'm a finish this race
We were bound, til He saved us up (yeah)
And now He rocks a crown, send our
gotta stay so fresh and so clean (I'm a G)
And you know my Stussy shirt is so mean (I'm a)
Hey my style clean
Tell that bitch I'm a motherfucking G ay
Bae I’m in yo city for the night what we doing? Hoe I’m in yo city for the night what we doing?
Bae I’m in yo city for the night what we doing
Hoe
the most
How I'm living out my dreams traveling off shit I wrote
Niggas find this path challenging well shit I know it
Almost quit so many fucking times, I
so high
(So high)
And when we ridin' by
(Go by)
All the hoes just stop
Shit! Witcha lookin' ass, oh no
(Oh no)
Big 'lacs Ca-price on gold
(On gold)
I'm saying? So the nigga tell me
My attitude negative bitch I'm
In the negative, what the fuck you mean?
I wanna be casket sharp ready
When death call
a teen
But one day I discovered music
You're influenced by whatever you choose
So many so called artists out there abuse it
If you got a platform you
and leave you for dead son
Niggas who know me, know how I get down, I'm fresh out the pound
NYPD crit the flip, get on some New York undercover shit
Fuck
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