Lyrics:
else?)
And I came to have fun, here homie (what else?)
And I came wit a ton of money (but!)
Don't get it twisted the gun is on me (now)
This chick's
vact is none stop
daily stackes to the top
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keep my hoes by the flock
[15] - Who rides like me come wrapped that tightly
L be's moving by the ton
Verse (Tec-9):
Now as I raise up, it is a must I put my chrome K up,
Straight playa from Uptown, where everything goes down,
From up in the skinny
on my side come on listen to the
I can't let you get away
I see you walking by like everyday
Keep saying to myself that this is the day
That I can let you
Hey! Hey! Hey!
[Chorus]
(But she's a freak though)
She got angel eyes, wit the baby face
(But she's a freak though)
I want my momma and daddy
T but what's more important
To me is that don't be comin' 'round my girl
Tryna act like Mr friendly
And steal the spotlight like Mr bentley
I spotted her
thighs red bones chocolate fantastic
My tongue do magic
Go go gadget
Hit it 'fore I bounce cause her head fantastic
This girl she got me shoutin' like
by vision of my bone
Made me feel this chick was on
She said (I'm bored I ain't did nothin but lay round the house all week)
And so I said in my
the seats
And I splits down nuthin but them swisha sweets
I'm just what reclinin
Nigga bumper climbin
Man what's up in my mouth is steady diamonds
Yeah
mouth
You sure gonna get it 'cause I ain't with it, oh girl, you got nerve
I'm a tell you what to do when you runnin' my house, hey
I'm a do you
everything from hundreds to change (everything, nigga)
House is insane, glass porch, you could sleep in the rain (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I forgot to tell you that
water fill my eyes when I hear your voice
Everything gon' be alright
Baby girl I'm by your side, dry your eyes
[Mary J. Blige]
Let's talk this over
I saw your girl by MC New York
Copyright all rights reserved
Boy '88
Ayo, don't wanna diss you but
Your girls a freak
All in my face, every time I
depression
Giving you a head with everything single session
Bow down to a god
Real one back
Heard the echo on my cellphone
Heard my line tapped
Looked out
for
I sat in my desk and minded my own business
Someone knocked on the door the teacher said who is it
This girl walked in my imagination ran wild
for
I sat in my desk and minded my own business
Someone knocked on the door the teacher said who is it
This girl walked in my imagination ran wild
dick
Cuz your girl's only into me for my meat stick
Never been anything less than a heathen
Still breathin' still schemin' bout everything but leavin'
dangly thing
That swing in the back of my throat
My head game is fire, punani Dasani
It's going in dry and it's coming out soggy
I ride on that thang
I've got is my stuff,
but I'm not a pack rat, I'm an archivist.
the blind librarian, anticon ?co pro twelve hundred hobo,
advanced placement student,
kinda throwed
Im comin down ridin with my partnas, fuck a hoe
Those hoes out to get ya for everything
But Im out there tryin to come up and swang
Or chop
playa hatin' 'em
Honey Love goes platinum and y'all ass come around
But y'all don't want to raise the roof
Until my shit is going down
And now you
[Soulja Boy]
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em, This the remix
V.I.C. You already know what it is man
It's ya folk Soulja Boy Tell 'Em
Checkin' in everything
you bring condoms?
I didn't mean to
The house is getting funky, bodies in the basement, stinking
What the fuck am I thinking?
I put my face paint
Tellin sucker MC's don't waste my time
There's a girl I know her name is Betty
Straight to the head just rock it steady
She's so freaky she'll juice you
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