Lyrics:
check your phone
And see me calling
And no more feeling for your ex
Please don’t call him
Cus you told me baby
I’m done with him
Oya one by one two by two
Samantha and her gardening club sitting in the pews
You will be mourned by far more than this
I will sit clenched fist, head held high and lips stitched shut
tights
Ion even know why niggas he flirting they not my type
That's saweetie
No Ariana where the money I'm needy
If the boy grande anti greedy
Meet me
Aftermath, gettin' money
West Coast get ya ass up
You know what this is
Crusin' down the street
Watchin' biatches roll by pimpin'
You, that's all I
wit out you
I can’t ease up
(Nah)
(No I don’t play no more
A do my thing no more)
If you don’t need the drama
Then you gon meet my momma
Oh I got a girl
I keep them racks up to my ear
Man fuck what jay be talking bout
You can tell he from the south
By the golds up in his mouth
You can tell he bout
Knowledge Is power, so me I eat by the hour
I'm Jack Bauer, got the 24 on the clock
If the team don't, then you know, that I never stop
Aye
They seen the boy
Remember what I said
I meant it
Baby you don't wanna play with me
Cause I got more love
Than a giving tree
Meet me at a quarter to three
You'll be by my
back
Meet Zach, twenty-one years old
After hangin' out with some friends at a frat party, he gets bold
And decides to try five, when he's bribed by
back
Meet Zach, twenty-one years old
After hangin' out with some friends at a frat party, he gets bold
And decides to try five, when he's bribed by
She got friendly down in the sand
He was sweet just turned eightteen
Well she was good you know what I mean
Summer heat boy and girl meet but oh oh
I keep on acting like there's something more
Even though there's no us outside that door
And I know that love and sex are overrated
Looking
on the dance floor
Waiting for the boy to make a move, with the escort
My taste is exquisite, I’m too picky when I pick (Aye)
Got they chicks around me but ain’t
a couple strokes!
Boy, you raise a Black sonand
Think you kinda pure
Actually, it’s kind of scorched
Especially when this time is war
I’ll have your body
got)
You claim you're a good rapper, give me a creative response to this
Haha
(Cowboy Caz)
1, 2, 3, And 4
I know you can't handle more
Upright, upside
Better late than never but never late is great
Why it take you so long just to set this shit straight
Man I guess we’ll meet again someday at heavens gate
that)
Yea yea bandaids on me
Them bitches on me too boy
Hell you talking bout hell you talking bout
I never thought that you'll sell out mama
Got pregnant
on
And my time is none, because I'm writing more
And I ain't here to meet a soul in this business
I'm here to eat, speak, until these hoes feel this (for
a girl
I'll provide the treatments, you provide the dresses
Bruce'll show difference between gender and sexes
Replace any boys toys with girls dolls
And if
being raised a girl
I'll provide the treatments, you provide the dresses
Bruce'll show difference between gender and sexes
Replace any boys toys with
do more than be up on the gram
Tried to take you home even let you meet the fam
Fucking up my mental but I'm starting to not give a damn
Had to do you
to see six figures or more
Whether rappin' or pimpin' hoes
I'm high capping the gold
And I know I made them boys sick when I popped up on twenty four's
like I ain't got it by the waistline
I'm always on my ten, you gotta kill me tryna take mine
I big worm niggas, you ain't big, worm you more like faizon
presence
Or I went and drop some presents off to ease it to them
Two little beautiful boys of yours to try to ease their minds a little
And dawg you'll
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