Lyrics:
Bitch stop tryna' call my phone, my shit on dnd
Nigga tryna' get the drop like tmz, cause they know I'm down to spin like a dvd
These lil niggas get
She's a blondie, can barely take her hands off me
Taste like ginger, the Molly make her lip bitter
Her tips get bigger
Her trips are paid for by your
These are the tales, the freaky tales...
The tales that I tell so well...
I met this girl, her name was Joan
She loved the way I rocked
Cruiser, yellow 'Lac on rims
Drop yellow 'Vette and a platinum Rolls Royce
That's seven different cars, everyday I got a choice
On my way to pick up
Cruiser, yellow 'Lac on rims
Drop yellow 'Vette and a platinum Rolls Royce
That's seven different cars, everyday I got a choice
On my way to pick up
Take shots when Paul's supplying
I see you boy you miring
See my fucking chest
Bench press a fucking island
Blondie up behind me
Can't hear what she's
thing I gotta do is hit my wrist with the soda
Niggas thought it was over, but bitch I live by the slogan
I told you
Hop in another one nigga
Get
We stomp the shit out of a blondie
Slowly dying till she blind
Dont feel sorry for a thot
I am double barrel
Called for harold
Come and pick your
'd found my soul mate finally
But one day I found out she actually owned a copy
Of Joe dirt on DVD
Oh, no! I said
Hey! Are we lobbing hand grenades, kiddo?
Man 1: What?
Mandy: This praising.
Wise Man 1: No, no, no.
Mandy: Oh! Well, if you're dropping by again do pop in. (they
take
gettin' thinner
Shannon is cool but her mind is gone
One fat rock and it's goin' on
She had another buddy, came by my place
Thick ass bitch, said her
donny brasco need to cali coat nigguh
I'm sick and tired of dissing
You hoes on these cd's
I'm bout to start dissing you
Hoes on my dvd's
I'ma start
makes way for the towers and another port
Where a brave militia should have killed
A degenerate or a legend stalks in the remaining hill
He watches as she
Im with her and she with me
Stick it in dvd
Crazy visuals, pcp
Know i came with the weed
Yeah i brought a big bag
Oh where'd your hoe go
Dont you want
another gun
Crackers pursuing me, went on another run
The way she look back, I'm like, girl, you can get it
Aim for his top, but I knocked off his fitted
better back the fuck back before I fuck you up
This that Hip Hop shit
This is that Smack DVD's not no Tik Tok shit
This that black timb boots ain't no flip
we made his ass beat his feet
These niggas supa scared of us, we always had them two two threes
If i get to eat you get to eat it ain't no starving
By
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my way to hell
I'm getting by
But the scarrings on her arms told me completely different stories
I could further explain what else took place
But the best way to frame it is a lack
(Verse 1)
Looking past the window
Of my soul
I’m sitting by the phone
Constantly alone
Waiting for a call
Any call at all
It Feels like
'Cause all of our vehicles, we dress 'em up
With television, Dreamcast, DVDs
Nice sounds, buttons, it's twenties
I'm a Cash Money Hot Big Tymer nigga
the Bass walk this way
Respect to Tina Marie, Debbie Deb, Ice T
Dougie Fresh, Lady B, Run DMC, Curtis Blow, Blondie
Sugar Hill, Kid Capri, Grand Master
the day cuz we party thru the night
Yea
You can call me basic
My type is the only basis
Blinded by their beauty I need to go get and pay for lasik
She make
You felt the heat
When I walked by
Packed up your things
Made up your mind
But you don't see
That you and I were meant to be
Though the road is long
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