Lyrics:
Moji fans majú fans, yes baby
A rap je moja side chick, ne prvá lady
Tvoj obľúbený white boy niečo jak Shady
Každý album masterpiece, nerobím šmejdy
Two suspects went inside the front door
They went straight to the boy's bedroom
And the boy's mom who was inside the house heard the noise
And went
[Chorus]
OK now ladies (Yeah)
If you know you bad (Yeah)
Don't need no man, got yo own bands, put up yo hands
If you a top notch bitch let me
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
friend
I don't want to see you around here again
You come back next time we may not pretend
Hi Dee Ho Boys!
I finessed a dude named Robert for a Honda Accord
I just scammed an old white man and his name was George
I just knocked out the bank lady like my
ago
And boy did I love my man
But somethin awful happened, mmm
And they took him away for awhile {*door slamming*}
Now I know some of you ladies out
wrong with bein' a witch?
Can you stand a spicy lady with
A little bit of magic?
Yeah, they're people too and by me
I might be an addict
Damn it, 'cause
you to raise her into a lady?
Putting our private shit public, you outta pocket
How you gon' cap? Call me a side bitch, boy just stop it
Oh
'Cause
Booddy by by oh my my I love you and that's no lie
But you lived up to your title ho! Caroline, ha ha
Yeah, mad cash be spending
And thanks to you he
Booddy by by oh my my I love you and that's no lie
But you lived up to your title ho! Caroline, ha ha
Yeah, mad cash be spending
And thanks to you he
might lie but I'm a player by nature
Work a ho quick for the paper
So haters feel the vapors, yeah take a hit from the bomb
(Chronic) I brought a whole
make a ho get sentimental
I got ADIKA denim, ballin' with no fundamentals
Michael Jackson off the Thriller dose, hold it from the killer dose
Cookin'
Gypsy woman told my mama
'While 'fore I was born
Got a boy child comin' mama
He'll be a bad one, now
I'll make all you little girls
Turn your
Posted in the back so they know
Not the start with us and we smoking good
Everybody know we sparking up
Your lady's MIA but don't trip
Because they
that I’m a man I’m like ho hum
puttin new raps over old drums
don’t be so eager to grow up
just slow up
you grow up a little too fast
and you know
a piece in the glove box
Fuck boys acting like some fruits, kumquats
Can I get a drum roll, beef, let the gun smoke
Rap from underneath, bringing heat like
the ho up
You bogus running out on your kids my nigga grow up
For God's sake, like a wedding, cutting large cake
For large stakes let the hammer bang
[Lady]
You have a call from an inmate in a correctional facility
Inmate, state your name (Darren)
This phone call may be monitored and recorded
Play me up in the club
Got a brand new Mercedes, for my lady
But seem me I'm on dubs
In a Bentley (?) that come out the garage
On the side of a grand
wrong because I'm not a ho
I tell where to stop and when to go
Oh
do you feel me now Oh,
dance with me now
Ladies help me out, what
go to additional pictures, sorry, but your boy is malicious
And back when I was eighteen, statutory raping
This little ho, even though we was dating
Ladies and gentlemen
The KitKat Club is proud to present
Something new, something different
So would you please give a warm welcome to
The Rhythm
Aye, Absolute (Absolute), Aye
Never knew restraint
Always goin' in the paint
Never took an L
Just like my last name
Not for the hos
Boy, not for
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