Lyrics:
Wonderin' where the pussy at
Straight for ya, looking for a ho
Hangin' out, rollin' in my '64
Sixteen switches for the niggas in my hood
Seventeen shells
T-Ball
Nigga so mad I got him T'd off
I don't know why this bitch hitting my line, when she'll know I'll cheat on
VVS diamonds, know you see 'em
Speed past
to play the brave role
But I don't give a fuck, you can still get T-rolled
It ain't like you never been checked befo'
You stupid nigga, you bitch, you ho
Bullet wounds don't be covered by ObamaCare
Your funeral was way too soon, that's if your mama there
Real niggas deserve to live twice
Plastic fork
on and
Get down on it, get down on it
Get down on it, get down on it
How you gonna do it if you really don't wanna dance
By standing on the wall?
(Get
Me and honeydip see eye to eye
And if I see bull, she'll walk on by
But that's not the style of the black child
Broke from the shine, I get it go
gon' die if you don't panic
You ain't gon' die if you don't panic, hold up
That ho ain't cut me off for you, boy, I demoted her
I ain't tryna get
wise guy
Military minding, front lining, all up for a drive by
Case over like the last don, like all the cash gone
Answer wrong, cause I'm
likin Jordan don't need me a ring
Shells comin' hot, get you knocked off the scene
Like me a glock when it come wit a beam
I'm in love wit the wok, I been
Baby, tell me that you listenin' to my say so (to my say so)
Tie my tie, sprinkle her face with the mayo
We don't do hand me downs, no, we got plenty
when she don't get her vitamins
Boy when she die, she'll be leaving it all to me
If I ain't in it, I'm switching the policy
All of her kitchen utensils
babymomma at
Dropped shells did the race he ain’t coming back
My bitch a throat goat I ain’t fuckin’ with no biters
Ho I’m rollin’ this gon’ be a all-nighter
no
Woah, there's no other
Don't mean maybe, oh, no, no, no
While I was dancing
My baby by my side
Whispered to her
Someday she'll be my bride
Woah,
Nigga, ask your ho, she know me
She was at my!
Penthouse sitting by the lake
Don’t let my shrimp touch the steak
Got the trap house beating like they
They
trippin' 'bout that ho, nigga, she came on me
I got a bitch from the West, she'll suck a nigga soft
Bitch from the East, she'll fuck a nigga dawgs
Still
Your whole life was blessed by the presence of the stoned legends
Ho, retrace our steps and see what you get
If you never let suckers talk you out
y'all ho b****** checkin' for
And ain't nobody real n****s would rather hear instead of us
You don't know how to shine it up, bein' that I sell it up
y'all ho bitches checkin' for
And ain't nobody real niggas would rather hear instead of us
You don't know how to shine it up, bein' that I sell it up
gaddamn oil
Against motherfuckas I don't know
Yo Bush! I ain't your damn ho
The enemy is right here G, them foreigners never did shit me
All of those
beautiful ass
Who the fuck taught ya how to move that fast
It took time to perfect the stroke, by any note
Maybe we really don't need to drink and smoke
ho cause that bitch she fine
ASAP will never not lie You already know on the beat don't try
I hop on the beat and I glide If I'm not rapping then I
this ho so thick she walking bowleg ha ass so fat don't even think I want head
Hit her from the back and I'm like go head Gotta hit the streets go get
can't touch yes, that ho is bad
But you know I cannot cuff
I got too much stuff
Swear it's way too much
Glocky on my hip, uh uh, it go bah
Feeling like
the nigga?
(Rah Digga)
Caught her with the left
Choked her by the halter, bitch bloody to death
Then the ho starts crying 'bout her hair and nails
Gettin'
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