Lyrics:
I want my mom rocking Ralph Lauren
Put the whole fam on go all out for them
Had a girl named m and I wasn't gonna stop until m know p like
up the plug, but I found my outlet
My eyes untied I can see the whole atmos
Fear in these niggas hearts ie KG
'Cause I'm the big ticket that's why they
girl
That I dedicated, this song, well this song really was written
By Blowfly, and I want all y'all to hear this shit
It's just a poem that I writ
and the girl acted scary
I heard she was freakin' for my homeboy Jerry
Took her to the house and I popped that cherry
Young and tender, sweet Denise
Get her
Away from all the people
Need to feel less crowded
Surrounded by strangers
It's dangerous walking outside
These days they shoot you for how you look
out
Yeah
Girl you gotta keep a clean house
Hit it from the back, I'm a pull ya weave out
Shake it like a dog tryna get the fleas out
Ima make it drip,
my shit, ha
I'm hotter than hot, hotter, what? Tell 'em
Boo yeah, I'm on, alright
Bony Bones in the house, nigga
END OF MESSAGE
just objects we do things to
This is a message to my little sisters
(this is a message) growing up in this world
With no father figures
Deep down need
where my heart is
Never again
I had to tell her that we're better as friends
I never messaged again
Every message I send, ends up in a group chat
Ay Street where the party at?
Yeah
Party at the house I think my mama gone, yeah (mama)
She left me at the house all by myself alone, yeah
Hook
To all the men woman kids, Little boys and girls.
I'm sending messages of love all across the world.
You can be anything, Just believe in your
Jordan right
I'm a travel round the world thru the late night
And I take my girl on the first flight
And we sit back laughing with blue ice
I'm a drop that
No conscious so my judgement clouded
Had no gifts no cash allowance
Young menace in a game too crowded
Imma make em regret that they ever doubted
No
girl so thorough she been with me from the start
Hid my drugs from the NARC's, hid my guns by the parts
I got this model chick that don't cook or clean
Misdemeanor's in the house
Music make you lose control
We on fire, we on fire
We on fire, we on fire
Now throw it girl, throw it girl
Throw it girl, yeah
Misdemeanor's in the house
Music make you lose control
We on fire, we on fire
We on fire, we on fire
Now throw it girl, throw it girl
Throw it girl, yeah
a playground?
Yes!, late one night what a beautiful sight!
Twin girls dancing in the glory of the light.
Yes, You know what they were doing?
Playing house
a sucker ya better move on
Ya see it's P just flowin' with the microphone
Keyon layin' the tracks to the dope beat
The mixin' and scratchin' done by my nigga
Baby girl you got me blowin' your line
Trynna see what I done-done this time
Can you answer me just one last time?
I'm damn near 'bout to lose my
you ever made love in a trap house
Baby tell me have you made love
Have you ever made love in a trap house
Baby girl yeah
I could blow yo back out
It's never felt so crowded in an empty room
If i could just disimagine this old cloudy gloom
I got so stuck in my head, i fully lost the view
I lost
from the thot type girls,
Looking bad but to me they some one night hoes,
Getting pegged by the losers and frat type bros,
Giving neck in the bathroom
To all the men woman kids Little boys and girls
I am sending messages of love all across the world
You can be anything Just believe in your dreams
want
I might just trap out my mamas house
Buy my girl, all the designer bags, so she could flaunt
If I wanna make a quick buck
You prolly gon’ guess
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