Lyrics:
car
Come on, who the hell you think you are
By far they ain't trippin on me
They wanna ride in my car
They look your partna up and
Down like he
it comes to my click, my love is illest, IIIII -stick em like syringes, hard, heavy and devy
I do whatever it take in life to make continuous fetti
ain't backing down for nothing
I'ma back em down like Shaq with this black 2-2-3 in my hand
Better pray that this chopper jam like a radio single, man
bottles comin' out, warriors come out and play, aye
Just know I'm grade A, get a slice of bread
Okay, some hoods love me, some would like me dead
Okay,
strong like we WWE
Got to work smart cause they'll
Trick you like a treat
Got to tax large cause you know I like it cheap
I got two for the four, I got
rhyme you took me back in time
Back to the first love I ever knew
Giving it over, giving it over
Got my broken heart healed and removed from its cast
hoes mad
I'm that fly chick all these lames wish they had
Big ol booty, make him trick off all his cash
Keep em' in 2 bags, his feelings and his cash
can't leave home
Without getting cursed out?
Everytime you get mad you tell
Her get the fuck out
Put I told that her, I said it's cool
Get at me come by
carried you around?
When all the walls came tumblin' down
When things would hurt you
I am forever (I am forever)
We are forever (we are forever)
won't let go.
I know a trick-ass nigga might think it's scary:
Will it come back on 'I'm if he gets married.
I don't give a fuck about bitches in
Kill him where he stand or stand over him shake his hand
Then jump back in that mini van, double back to his block
And blam I ain't backing down
wins
By movin' the crowd and keepin' bodies in motion
Steppin' to me? What a crazy notion
See, I mix and match to find lyrical gold
And whatever I come
right by the runway let me feel like bree
This c's'll come like a pocket rocket now the gang in Central with Cee
Had my case papers printed now I've got
won't let go.
I know a trick-ass nigga might think it's scary:
Will it come back on 'I'm if he gets married.
I don't give a fuck about bitches in
1st pt. Too Short, 2nd pt. by female]
I love gettin my head blown
I love gettin my nuts rubbed
I love gettin my dick licked
I love gettin my nuts
outside
Flushed with drink
A fat joint in my mouth
It's just a trick
I stroll in to get down down down down down down
I pull up outside
Flushed with drink
and I still said my grace
Color commentary, I swear my life feel like a play-by-play
Four downs the hard way, no first down to save the day
I'ma blow up
we're always separated
By the room
'til all the walls come tumblin' down
Seems to me that we should touch
Let me know if that's askin' for too much
like Jack and
We know you're leng, way more than a ten
But you know the drill, uh
'Cause when it all comes tumblin' down
You go elsewhere to get
heart
My soul's yearning for your love's pain
You need to get you some
Come on and get you some
Some people say love is pain
Some believe that pain is
tryin’ to conceive with you
But right now something makes me wanna be with you
You want a job done fast, you want a job done cheap
You want a job done
ass hit the flo'
Let my nuts go
Nigga when I step in the club
Cause y'all blowin' stress and we blowin' bud
I showed him love once and let him come
chose I
I ain't gonna lie
What I look like turnin' down chocha
Drove by, smokin' lye
Recognize a pimp, open your eyes
Hop in the passenger side
high)
For my niggas down south no doubt
For my niggas down south no doubt come on
My dream is to see real
Niggas and real bitches
Get to together and have
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