Lyrics:
than my hair
Look so good when I walk by
I know you want me that's no lie
I got champagne running through these veins
I'm flying high in my private plane
the same old shit
I finally realized you just a plain old bitch
Started gettin my shit tight rockin shows every night
Gettin my dick sucked, fuckin hoes
feel energized
Write rhymes til' I die 'cause I've been alive
Seen my momma cry way way way way way way way way way
Way too many times
Had to get it off
finga up when I'm after you
Now I strap a big dick by the Girbaud sign
You heard I'm fuckin yo bitch, so you grabbin yo 9
Movin up like you got it on yo
I'm my own genre you're all about that old drama
I don't spit fire I throw lava I'm gonna smoke this fucken marijuana
Getting my dick sucked by your
must b gettin around,
Caught me by surprise, thought we wuda walked the isle
Caught another sign, libra need delete my file
Made my way 2 ro, not 2 c V
dick like this
I heard your homegirl ask me, he a dick aint he?
I'm a dick with a chain baby I'm Dick Chaney
But I aint here to politic
Only Trump I
twice but that just might be
I know
So radioactive, had a couple of radio attempts
But I don't wanna be radioactive anymore now
Than I wanna jump off
the rhyme
Had to write all the signs
I seen niggas dying
Off the shit they wrote
I seen niggas flying
Off the shit we quote
Ain't no discrimination
Wit no bad
dropped when them muhfuckas stomping
I was throwing up signs, man You know I ain't bluffing
And I still made mistakes, but Now I'm lookin up
I done made it
weren't rocking
The answers are gone
And there's a sign that said "Closed" on the door
Turned around and ran back to the tracks
To who the kids had come
Seinfeld 19th Ward, bangin' off that block, it's in
My bloodline can't help but think about JB, damn, I miss
Them old times stay down with myself, I lock
throwin' pussy back and forth, they on my dick
Passion drippin' off her lip, she say she never had a crip
Uh, put in work, all big booties make ya twerk
don't want no bitch that's blowing glass and dicks at meet-swaps
And you don't wanna see me and my niggas in ya tree-tops
Spit that monkey shit nigga we
a life
So this what you're asking me, (What?) you should really ask your wife
I'll be off with dashing bike, my life touched by the Savior
Needed
your mouth like a smarty
It takes a lot to piss me off to the point where I get nasty
I was about to let it slide but you had to go and start me
Enough
Kool-Aid
Feel like March Madness, we been ballin' for two days
This 40 gon' kick and push like Lupe
Steppin' on these groupies, they get dick off the duce
The Dark Lady
More mysterious than me, this dark lady she had to be Medusa’s niece. Her feeling changed like the autumn leaves; because she was
terminatin' my contract
For wearing those old pair of wack
Reebok low tops covered up by floppy socks
Gave me a jump shot before I got jumped and shot
Some hoes'll give you a third degree burn
But no one's had the battle, and now I'm a stranger
To hoes that need a sign that says "Keep Out, Danger"
you thought had your back
You Know what I'm saying
I reached out for you, I needed you, and you left Me by myself
I don't give a single fuck, And I'ma
off ramp
The boy scout in my pants (pants)
Is busy setting up his camp (camp)
Didn't see the red light, speeding by
With a semi gonna hit the semi
on a regular
A nigga in his feelings had that pussy on a pedestal
Should've seen the signs, but I guess it didn't register
Getting into something that we wasn't
wet
From the best turned vet
Learned to speak direct
My games jumpin'
We all had out days of barkin'
You could tell niggas styles by they ways
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