Lyrics:
they know and shit
And on that note, I keep it G
Like track four, "Kick in the Door" by Notorious B.I.G.
Don't believe me, look that shit up, I
a nigga queen, I don't play cards
Let me see your hands up like a gun in your face
Gimme her combination I'mma put my tongue in her safe
And if the time is
hoes to lesbians
Make her fuck her best of friends
Get head for one hour, smoke a blunt then catch my second wind
Hoppin' off my tour bus, she
wildness
Throw a stack on the Bible
Never Snapchat or took
She fall through plenty, her
And all her ginnies, yeah
We at the top floor, right there off Doheny
it
Yeah, it turns me on
Alright, hold tight
I'm a highway star, yeah
Nobody gonna take my girl
I'm gonna keep her to the end
Nobody gonna take
we cant blow off
Sun sets, some kiss at the beach
Soft sand, her hands on me
Dinner for two with a view
Dinner for two me and you
I might just call
I'll take a nigga right off the market
No king, no more, nigga unlocked his god mode
Big wings, so sure, I keep it solid like a mob code
I'm reaching for
(ice)
Yeah, playin' for keeps (keeps)
Suck up the gang, she a leech (leech)
Came in the game with a key (key)
My pockets blew up, Monique (Monique)
want your baby sister, give me your baby sister, dig your baby sister
Rise up on her knees, do the sweet pea, do the sweet pee pee,
Roll down on her
today nigga, gon' check my creed, black Rocky
You niggas sleep, get groggy
I put passion in my stanza and off my chest
I don't stress, I confess in
Mcat in our den
Blast off clothes goth
Suicide in our minds but we keep it going on
Cigarettes in the bed
No detox, clothes off
Black box in my hand
Never needed no amen
Making excuses zip it man
You can keep saying that again
Crush some beers hand me my keys
I stay up on my winning sprees
Party with
faster and faster, pulling Leonard by the whip, now flying over the ground. Close to the edge, the only way was... take off. And that’s what they did. Soon
pocahontas
And girls shake it but naked
While we throwing thousands
Fancy huh
Oh you black and fancy huh
Yeah I can tell
By the way you get
Your hair and nails
perms!
niggas, get your hands of your cracks, come to terms with yourself
If you don't get any bigger
Pink Caddy driving, black boot stomping
Yes! I'm that
perms!
niggas, get your hands of your cracks, come to terms with yourself
If you don't get any bigger
Pink Caddy driving, black boot stomping
Yes! I'm that
your ass a fee
Fuck her on top of the cover then I still change the sheets
Wrist cost a quarter key, my wrist cost a quarter key
Yeah, yeah
I keep
to your arm and your feet
When you going to make a change in your life?
I -I eh, fallen way too low (Way too low)
I got blood in my hands (Blood in my
SUCKA
You beat down my father and you raped my mother Africa
And now you want to laugh at her
I feel like pickin up a razor, and slashin ya
Snatch
stall
Stutter, softer than melted butter
There's no other word, go ask your mother
Hard solid as your city
Born in Brooklyn, can tell by the way that
you can die with him
Your man pussy you can die with him
Keep an eye on your bitch and your car key
We four deep came to fuck up your party
I'm with
a sigh that death threw
Taught myself and kept room
For my best, off the roof
Swung my hands, as her moods
Turned off day news
Turned off, they knew it's
the homiez
But now I must remember all about my tenderonis
You're lonely by your homey baby I know how you're feelin'
You in the mood for some sexual
Oooh, now you are one lucky nigga
You gotta listen to your boss white boy
Oh I'm gonna walk in the moonlight with you
You wanna hold my hand?
I need
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