Lyrics:
Do you love me, do you love me not
Stop playing lil baby lemme hit the spot
Arms behind your back but I ain't the cops
She acting like a groupie
I'm the man but I had to zone in
I don't worry bout my losses cuz at the end I know that I'm gone win
Told lil mama no relationships she felt bad I
I'm Lil Tay-K, I don't think you want no action
You want action, you get turned into past tense
Your boys deep? Well let's get to subtractin'
on my shit I think her name was Lita
Member I told u tht lil bitch was a eata
Just by the way she done walked like a diva
Scoop up ur bitch fucked tht
the hellcat, everybody know that we them boys
My lil' youngin', he be shysty, he might rob him for they joy
Put a head out on a rapper, sometimes I be gettin'
everybody know that we them boys
My lil' youngin', he be shysty, he might rob him for they joy
Put a head out on a rapper, sometimes I be gettin' annoyed
Things that make you go, hmm
I was in the crib, sittin' by the fireplace
Drinkin' cocoa on the bear skin rug
The door bell rang, who could it
too young to cum
Then engage him with them candy rings
Eh yo, I hit that shit, got jealous when she kissed Rob
I broked her chicko's sticks
Guys
too young to cum
Then engage him with them candy rings
Eh yo, I hit that shit, got jealous when she kissed Rob
I broked her chicko's sticks
Guys
Things that make you go, hmm
I was in the crib, sittin' by the fireplace
Drinkin' cocoa on the bear skin rug
The door bell rang, who could it
Cars drive by in the night
So much sound coming from inside
Red, blue flags hanging from the side
So much time went passing by
The soundtrack
fold
Gotta pay me hunnid thousand if you want a show
Gotta pay me right now, you know how it go (cash)
Tryna get It by the pound I got it for the low
lil homie? Your life won't cost me nothin'
Juicy J so presidential, don't make me press that button
My beat low (my beat low)
My bass low (my bass
me always feeling jealous
Lemme show you my best, I'll take it step by step
Let's get undressed, from dawn to sunset
I ain't gonna hesitate 'bout my
Yeah
White toes, hair long
Rubbin on my skin tone
She ride it right, she can't do no wrong
Badd lil bih puttin out like payroll
White toes, hair long
girl been actin' funny, but he got some funnier hoes
He been livin' on the streets
It's ain't sellin' at home (he thuggin')
They can call him Lil' Tez
life initiated at the age of One
Lil Gezza, Lil Blaisy, and Yung Polacc in the game
If your feeling Viscous boy we gone put your
Ass to shame
I'm
the wishlist
Wrist slit, on some fuck shit
It's the fashion
I be clashing
Diamonds kinda flashing
You hate me, lil S-8iq-N
Rob em, stop em
Your bitch play with
Because these thugs got pissed off Lil B
I try so hard but these bitches be faking
Thug got pissed off you know
I got the patients
Time to stay at the top
I'ma beat you up
'cause I'm fucking jealous (bitch)
Yo, I'm down for them numbers
I'm down for the smother love to flex under
Put hands on that bitch
I
My money touching the ceiling I'm her favorite plug
Really got the fucking juice out the coffee mug
We going rob you for your loot told you cough it up
have a snack lil bitch
Aye, some would steal or rob or drill
Or pop the steel for this moment
Knew the stakes and shot to kill for this moment
Well here
[Chorus: x 2]
Now who that is talkin' that about the Tics?
Somebody probably jealous 'cause they got hit
But ain't nobody else droppin' hits like
From streets specifically to balance sheets
I took my talents down to pebble beach
I don't embellish they jealous and
Kilt my nigga before he
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