Lyrics:
with a new boo
Type chicks that you probably ain't use to
I'm all in her ear like Bluetooth
Watch how I come back round like hula hoops
Dunks,
know i'ma a boss
Hold that chick by her neck like A1 sauce
I don't do that dance thing (posted up)
VIP I let my back lean (that's what's up)
On the wall
like a chick flick
Choppa burn 'em like incense
Been the realest nigga since an infant
Yeah, my homie shot that nigga, but he innocent, yeah (Innocent)
Tell 'em squad only
Tell me what you know about that?
World in my palm, boss chick in my lap
Real ones with me on the race for the racks
Big dogs here,
'em squad only
Tell me what you know about that?
World in my palm, boss chick in my lap
Real ones with me on the race for the racks
Big dogs here, if
nothing in this world thatu0027s gon hold me back
hold me back
hold me back
taking a trip out of my element
elementary evidence telling me never give into
got the moment I’ve been anticipating
I moment I wake up literally every morning waiting for
Today I received a random tap on my arm
And looked back
level up I'm levating
I don't want hand outs
Bitch i did this by myself buss down a bag just to pay up the rent
Throw a whole stack to my mom and my dad
the youth, I used to shoot her right back to the path
My day, goin hard, mack the back of the Cab
Did it all, little robbery, back cart of the G-train
Hood
furs
Yeah, the boy cool as a fan
Mysterious Mr. Savage back at it again!
My swagger, like no one else's
I brought excitement to the club, like KG with
gotta try
Say she got a boyfriend but man
Oh my baby
Walangolo
Shake am for me
Je ko ma roll
Love the way you back it up
Walangolo
Shake am for me
closed
Is it back to charging motherfuckers four for an O
I don't know I keep a rotary phone
So I remember all the numbers of my homies who gone
Proof
a chick
I got plans
I ain't tryna go 4 ways for shit
You sittin on thick benjamins smiling wit a slit and a
I cross the line of turf, I put my mind at work
be steady creeping on the low/
But Why you keep on tryna blow my high/
Yeah I tried to tell you I was gone,
But I’m on the way back, on the way back
models", bitch so ain't no going back (Lemme get sum)
Look, time for me to get back to myself cause I been living lost
I'm barely eating, I'm finding my chef
money, take money money
My man Tay-Kwan like the chicks a lot
Even when he hustled he kept them in his spot
He liked to fuck a lot and make the rubber pop
pack
Going straight to the back section
Low slack my track goin'
Boom boom
Club filled with a whole lot of poom poom
Better cuff your chick cause she is
can't measure my worth
But when you try, you'll need a ruler made by all the Greek gods
Because the odds have always been stacked against me when back's
hol' up
[Hook]
You see my slab, you see my candy slab
Picture perfect nigga, you should take a photograph
You see my chick, you see my chick is bad
sober, euphoria's over
I'm back in my head, chicks back in my bed
They keeping me occupy until I'm dead
The popular loner, don turned to a stoner
But now
smoked weed to get rid of the thoughts
Blinded by love the little girls' vision was lost
The weed lead to crack crack lead to needles
Needles lead
this Bubba K, the one your boyfriend bumpin'
He Betty Betty, understand, see I ain't got no patience
Hey Betty Betty, get in the truck, lets crank up
Bubba K, the one your boyfriend bumpin'
He Betty Betty, understand, see I ain't got no patience
Hey Betty Betty, get in the truck, lets crank up these
(don't you disobey)
I'll let you know I run this show (don't you forget)
[Katrina:]
I'm about to blow blow, gonna gonna explode
'Cause my boyfriend's been
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