Lyrics:
Switching lanes in the 2 door coupe with ya
Lil mamma wanna ride, Lil mamma don't make me drop the roof on ya
Said she wanna get high alright
Now
please myself
Don't need you anymore
I can
Please me
Please myself
Please me
Please myself
Please me
Please myself
Ooh boy
Slip into my fingers
by I do doughnut boy with a backwood for the roll up boy
40 Glock blow your dome up boy Gutter gang what I throw up boy
Please don't cosign me pray
a night; trine to find some peace of mind, But my babies mamma’s won’t leave me alone. They won’t leave me alone. Keep calling, even though them folk, done
Money by Dee Money fucking name
They just know you like yeah he be with whats his name
What's his name
Canon on me no this not no photoshoot
Boy
Please
fucking fat left hand bitch
She bit off more than she could fucking manage
Boy you stuck in the middle getting damaged
By sif soggy wack bitch sandwich!
coo-koo for the loot
Please don't play me i do shoot
Fall back hate, fucking great on the roof
Soldier boy step in the pussy like yhual All that knocking
I
(Four kings)
(Yeah)
(Coke boy, baby)
See people always seem to remember
When you ain't do nothing for them, they forget
When you did the best
Wish would never disappear
But when the lights go out at our house
The pain reappears
Please Daddy don't hurt Mamma
I can't stand to hear her cry
purse you be rocking
I still remember you'd drink well Tequila
If bought by you
When I pull up you say
You only drink 1942
Walked in the club and you
thing you know two more walked in
Sticky situation how you gonna Manage
A disappearing act when your the main attraction
Confronted by yo girl baby Please
new kicks when outsell your shit and go do a little dance on your grave my apologies
Turning my passion to business
Oh that boy rappin he gifted
Oh
wanted to be when I grew up
You know what I'm saying, and that's it for us
I was a big old white boy from
Tennessee that wanted to be a rap star
And that
don't understand
I was created by, created by
... You just use your hands
But I was created by
Created by you
Don't you cry, mamma's gonna buy you
(Yeah)
We do it for fun (uh-huh)
We just do it for fun
We Derrty ENT
We do it for fun
Bad Boy (Nelly, Diddy, Murphy Lee)
We do it for fun
(Yeah)
We do it for fun (uh-huh)
We just do it for fun
We Derrty ENT
We do it for fun
Bad Boy (Nelly, Diddy, Murphy Lee)
We do it for fun
your identity
She knew that you would hurt me
Her intuition's stirling
Mum told me son
These boys are young
They're just not working
Mamma set me up,
Motherfuckin' real G's
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre, what's up
Boy you should have known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show
Motherfuckin' real G's
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre, what's up
Boy you should have known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show
there by my side, yeah
Though, sometimes, I lose my way
Jah say, "You will be found one day"
He is always there by my side, by my side
Mamma, don't
I'ma take what I please I'm entitled
I just had me a boy but I've been a Daddy
Boy you trippin Lil boi ain't my rival
I am legend Will Smith in his
May I have your attention, please?
May I have your attention, please?
Will the real Slim Shady please stand up?
I repeat, will the real Slim Shady
May I have your attention, please?
May I have your attention, please?
Will the real Slim Shady please stand up?
I repeat, will the real Slim Shady
througout tha metro area
Weezy baby, he's the greatest
Leave the ladies, in such disbelief
But bitch please believe me
Im the boy, tha neater tha block
Im
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