Lyrics:
the Waffle House and met a bitch from England
I just left out west and they in love with a nigga English
Gelato 33, I hit it once now I can't breathe
She been
know I won't go easy
Keep that glizzy tucked (right)
I keep it so G
Thuggin by my lonely
All my people look at me
To get us out thats on me
These bitters
know you can't take these awful songs
Like a punk full of bullshit, nigga hell nah
They want some real shit (Right now)
They want the real
(Right now
See I know how to treat a hoe
Just talkin and great a hoe
Niggas know I don't need a hoe
Don't mix up your people hoe
If I tell you do something
See I know how to treat a hoe
Just talkin and great a hoe
Niggas know I don't need a hoe
Don't mix up your people hoe
If I tell you do something
with the pack feeding
When I was young I had visions of another world
Sneaking looks at the porn stash of my brother hurl
Incense smoke made vortices
I've seen money
But baby, I got to gets mo'
You scream and go
2Pac
And I ain't stoppin'
'Til I'm well paid
Bails paid
Now nigga, look what hell
I've seen money
But baby, I got to gets mo'
You scream and go
2Pac
And I ain't stoppin'
'Til I'm well paid
Bails paid
Now nigga, look what hell
see me
[2Pac]
Them b****es is foul, take a look at the evening news
You`ll see a n**** gettin' cuffed by the boys in blue
Is it a, frame up,
send yo ash to
Heaven if you got the wrong complexion, you look beneath the
Skin i think you’ll see the right connection, I’m guessing
judge me by my
you just listened to it
Oh, I'm sorry my bad
DJ DJ hey what's up? I brought you a copy
Of my brand new cut i'm just a young artist
Tryna mash and grind
all you get is drama nigga
Gangsta, soldier, fruity fruit rolled up
Young Dro, yeah, but all goddamn grown up
Ten a key now, got da whole block
2000-Fizive and you are not fly enough (young bitch)
Uh Hold up young bitch-bitch I just don't wanna stop comin' up
with my mom up to san rafael
Now I’m older I go there all by myself
But the cornbread mix is still not a hard sell
So wave that flag, ring that bell
Like, "what you talkin' bout feel young?" We still young, like
You so beautiful, I just wanted you to know, I fell for your soul
Even when the well dry,
2000-Fizive and you are not fly enough (young bitch)
Uh Hold up young bitch-bitch I just don't wanna stop comin' up
it's like out there
I mean, uh, gross, look
She's just so, black
I like big butts and I cannot lie
You other brothers can't deny
That when a girl
with some eager
And my bitch so bad yeah she look like a diva(huh let's go)
Im tryna eat her out right now baby come here(it's Young Sex, Young Sex,
See I know how to treat a ho
Just talk and greet a ho
Make her know I don't need a ho
Don't mix up your people ho
If I tell you do something
You
See I know how to treat a ho
Just talk and greet a ho
Make her know I don't need a ho
Don't mix up your people ho
If I tell you do something
You
And from city hall comes the wire that said simply boo'
Here comes the judge, here comes the judge, judge to judge
Well I think by now you know how leftists
ready for a child…
Just wanna see my baby moms smile
Young OG Cal
Adina Howard, she’s a freak
The only man you need
Wine and dine
7 dates a week
WALTER:
Calm yourself, young Nathan. As always, there’s a spot up here on my lap just for you. And it’s getting cold! Brrrr!
NATHAN:
Oh, boy!
UNCLE
it's like out there
I mean, uh, gross, look
She's just so, black
I like big butts and I cannot lie
You other brothers can't deny
That when a girl
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