Lyrics:
You get slapped up, you ain't really bad
Big nigga, I'm bigger and I'm bad
Zim, zimma then I put her in a cab
Zim zimma
A who got the keys fi de
ain't never got sick
Bitch I even know how many keys your man flip
I'm low down and dirty, but not ashamed
I know all these pussy ass cops by their first
Made a lot of money, seen a lot of places
And I swear I seen a peaceful smile on my mama's face
When I gave her the keys to her own house, this your
and she take off all her clothes
Nigga you know how it goes, make the pizza man wait
The best kept secret
Even hoes try and keep it and I leak the damn
one, two (Yo come on black
You gonna tell her about me, what's up with that?)
That's Attitude Adjuster, my homey
Huggin' more girls than Bellica Rolee
a waterfall on the sheets (hey)
Paintings on the wall, Mona Lisa (Mona)
Switch my ho by the week
Bring my flame to the street
Fuck her in the throat
Keep
and took my shirt off
She said my skin was soft
Then slipped her hand
Between my stomach and my waist band
Man, I couldn't take it no more
Fuck
not like flies
Realize your limit ain't the skies
Black men keep droppin
(Vultures, plottin on my demise)
Black men, keep on droppin like flies
on her waist and time's hands on his neck
He missed his chance to dance with her, she both lust and death
The first-born, more attachment
His first prom,
Megan to dance before he shot her (word)
Put your hands on your knees, shake your ass on some thot shit
That's what Tory told Megan before she got hit
another
But not quick enough to pick it up and protect each other
The code words to killin' a black man by police is "He's got a gun"
Damned if he do,
hand up, and they'll shoot ya'
Face off, face off Adolf Hitler
Grandkids slayed off
Niggas, same rules, same chalk
Different decade, same law
Keep
not Tito
Have a couple babies, now let her get up
If we prayed and respected by big and the little
Riddle by the stock exchange rockgame
Get
THE TWO MAGICIANS
The lady sits at her own front door
As straight as a willow wand
And by there come a lusty smith
With his hammer in his hand
Crying
romantic fruit basket and some candles
Call me Kyrie how I grasped her by her handles
She's yellin' out “go faster!” as I slammed her
She makes my Crowe
Ain’t seen no keys like Ray Charles
It’s me and Meek in a Maybach
We get Wale and take off
We got your bitch in a big house
She walkin’ hype like "Hey
there hear me
Get your hands up
If anybody out there feel me
Get your hands up
If anybody out there hear me
Get your hands up
If anybody out there feel me
always die young, fucking with them hood niggas
I know you had your hands in that dirt, but
They ain't have to end you out outside that Kenwood Liquors
DIDN'T KNOW THAT WAS GONNA BE HERE!
SAM: SHE, FREDDIE. I'M A SHE, AS IN GIRL.
FREDDIE: BARELY.
SAM: OOOHHH!
FREDDIE: YOU JUST KEEP YOUR HANDS OFF MY AV
Black Woman Black Woman Black Woman Black woman
Black women get to hands in the sky if you loving on your husband
And he put it down right
Black women get
ed, tell a story of the streets
[big ed]
My nigga jay got his ass snatched, why wasn't he strapped
Kidnapped by four niggas dressed in black
Ahh dats
and the rhythm is my blanket
Wrap yourself up in it, if you love it, then you'll thank it
Don't move to rebuttal, wave your hand for action
Some ladies in
can't even hear
If I die then I die living with no fear
Recognize a nigga by the tear in my ear
Yo bitch imma keep her
Get it there and back told a fuck
Drunk off Cris', mami on E
Can't keep her little model hands off me
Both in the club, high, singing off key
(And I wish I never met her at all) and I,
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