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Wassup?
[Daz]
I'm about clockin' dollars...
[Girl]
Hey, give me some.
[Daz]
Handlin' my business and (hey, nigga) kickin' hoes to the curb
ill I come off
And not how ill that I dress
I don't hit you with a
Whole bunch of bullshit
On the microphone, I keep my prose fluid
Speaking to them
Scorpio
I like fly girls that don't say no
Hey girl, grab my hand, hold on tight
Don't you worry bout a thing Raheem'll do you right
I'm a mint that's
need the decision
I decide to hang on the beach
Enjoy the heat without the milk
And when its dark
I dive right in and make my mark
Girl-o girl
Girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, girl
(My digital girl)
Not a day goes by (Shawty)
Without you on my mind (Shawty)
Donna Karan underwear (Baby)
The nights that had to end for good, still not understood, by the girls and boys
Carefree in their actions as for morals they had none
When the girls were
'em on dial
It's bottoms up but is going down
Welcome to my house party party
Welcome to my house party party
Welcome to my house party party
YNB Ay
Ay yeah
Ay yeah
Can we get away for a while, girl I'm thinking like a weekend
Stay by my side cus these other niggas tweakin
Say he's your
taste of you
And I just upgraded to 10-80-i hi def just for you
My digital girl girl girl girl girl girl
Shes my digital girl girl girl girl girl girl
here on the bridge
But fuck it, gotta pardon 'em, shout out to my squad and 'em
House Gang, Shady, I'm gone, nigga, my job is done
Yelawolf,
Man, this is the last.. record on the album
I got my man Craig Craig in the house
Kevin Dee from Midnight Express Crew's in the house
Charles'
Needin space why my heart hella crowded
Outro:
Wit my mind I can see through u,
Naw uh uh uh, I can see through u,
By design I can still read u,
By
lonely, they never know
Misunderstood by everybody
The party girl who's all alone, see
I should go home, but something just stops me
In crowded rooms,
to know
My last message, I won't let you go No, I won't let you go
Mama said, son, don't ever hurt the girl that you love
Even when the times getting rough
leave
Why can't they see me
In this little house of glass
I'm standing still
They're rushing past
Why can't they hear me
At the top of my lungs
I need
think that I'm happy
But I ain't no fake so I ain't finna put it past me
Pull up to my big ass house n not a single body
Thoughts are gettin over crowded
position's next
Sent a picture of her titties blowing up my texts
I looked at 'em and almost ran my front bumper into Corvette
Enthused by the touch
When the rain is pouring, and your in a dark place
When your crowded and you don't have a time or space
Ima be right by ya
Ima be right by ya
Ima be
what ya saying
Bring a couple buddies wit ya, girl we ain't playin
Baby must miss read me, cause she miss lead me
Has some niggas come by later
in my castle
Waging wars against this world
I'm planning my revenge
One by one they will pay the price
You know son at your age I lost my mom and dad
pies,
Hollow tips go in your legs you can’t run Nigga just drop and die,
Message from da reaper he said let you know he stopping by,
I grab my Glock
Man, this is the last.. record on the album
I got my man Craig Craig in the house
Kevin Dee from Midnight Express Crew's in the house
Charles'
on me man it's crowded
I been tryna climb all these mountains
Took a wrong turn had to reroute it
Now when I look up my vision is clouded
Fuck your love I
a player
Quarterback, no NFL (ayy), drippy in Chanel (drippy)
Playin' hide and go seek in the mansion with my lil' girl (Aria)
Elevator was too crowded
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