Lyrics:
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
Met a girl by the name of Miss Fortune
Her daddy was a very rich man
He told me, "Son, proceed with caution
If you wanna take my little girl's
a lil' more
Miss Donda, if you see my mama, tell her I'm lost
You see, she'd always light a cigarette, we talk, I would cough
Exaggeratin' a lil' bit so
Geek, fag, stupid loser find a rope to hang
I'm not bipolar, see I'm just known by those couple names
I wanna tell my pops but shit, he'll probably
Tat my name on you, girl, so I know it's real
Tat my fucking name on you so I know it's real
Tell a bad bitch girl, let's go hang
You know me,
the message resembled Brenda's Got a Baby
What's crazy was, I was hearin' about it
But doubted your ignorance, how could you ever
Just put her on blast
at the park by my side
We both know what it is if they ask then we lie
Smoking weed at your crib
And that shit got me fried
Every time that we drink
Shorty act
with me with me
Put your hands up, lets get this money money
And smile for the camera
Speaking of rising I'm whats next
And do I feel entitled to your
Love you, miss you, mean it, baby"
When graduation came
UGA was callin' her name
We thought two hundred miles wasn't nothin' we couldn't get through
first
I had to coach these niggas like my name is Nick Nurse
She is a real bitch, she gon' keep my gun in her purse
I need a real bitch who gon' hold me
nominated for some Grammys
Pistol at my bitch T crib, her name was Tammy
Art Basel in my living room, ain't do Miami
Telling her what I like and got
Shit and I ain’t ever meet her
I don't even know her name
But if she got love for the Heathen
Then I'm really glad she came
And you a motherfuckin lame
my life (damn)
So I pulled up and said that I love her
And I duped on the bitch and I dipped on my wife (what)
I eat a hoe like her body be nice
So her
Your moms'll save this like your name is Sammy Davis
'Cause I'm guaranteed to rock the microphone
And hit you like ?
I don't gotta bald head
But I'm
DJ Khaled
DJ Terror Squad
And he goes by the name of
You got the right one, it's Weezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let
that Cletus was his name
What does that tell you that he dropped her at the movies
What does that tell you that she slept through wonder woman
Vera
by you
Hit you, ayy, guarantee won't miss you
But I know your momma's gonna miss you
And kiss you, give her a tissue
Time to pull up on the opps, get
I told her I'ma get a Grammy
And I can't never fall off, I ain't trill Sammy
No handy-many, I got tools, bitch, I'm doin' damage
I know you need me,
at the function, if you don't talk progression, homie, that's the end of the conversation
Ain't no discussion. I had a shorty say she wants some ecstasy
I told her
Somebody buy some more dro', so we can smoke, please?
Now what's yo name?
[T.I.]
I'm pussy bumper, number one.
[Neptunes]
Yeah, I said what's yo
this young big tawny bitch
Who wish to be queen for a day?
Who would sacrifice the great grandsons
An' daughters of her jealous mother?
By suckin' their
she was gone, what did I miss?
I thought I'd found the meaning of life, but it was just a a kiss
BRIDGE
What's her name, what's her number? (What
excuse me miss, what's your name?
Can you come, hang with me?
Possibly, can I take you out, tonight
You already know what it's hitting for
Ma I got
swang (swang)
I don't know her name (what?)
All these hoes the same (yeah)
She want Chanel on her (Chanel)
Birkin bags, she was rackin' sale on 'em
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