Lyrics:
of that candy
They see me with a lotta cars but they don't understand it
They say the never seen ya boy out here gettin' his grind on
Phantom, Bentley,
I got a text from your ex, boy
She said to look through your texts, boy
I'm not the kind of girl to snoop but I had a feeling, too
And now I'm
salt man out
He's getting peppered, standard
Top boy spitter in the game, that’s me
Worst spitter in the crew, that’s you
Top boy spitter in the game,
make it out the hood
Bro bro said your sick
Soon to see that blue tick (so sick)
Bro bro said your sick
Blue Tick coming quick
If I phone you Saturday
shots, I ain't mean to hit him
Still on hop out right, they get him
bruh had clicked up bad with the other side
I guess he dying with him
Scratch him up,
Another lovesick Saturday
Look into these eyes and come out to play
You got me crazy like a fool
Boy, it ain't no fun playing by the rules
you know, that only little girls
Would fall for a little boy's games
You better stop playing
How you think that you gonna play me
You ignore me for
The seventh dance is the one where she falls in love with you
I see you standing all alone by the edge of the floor
Watching all that two steppin'
Country Summer Saturday
Written by: Jenn Lynn Jody
Capo 3:
C/cm/F#/C
take off them twenties and put them big 23's on
Watchin' the latest DVD's with the TV's on
It's hot AC in winter can turn your heat on
You hear them
a big head later Mr. Lease Split Wig
Fucked around nigga 15, I spend
22's with the shoes, five T.V.'s
PlayStation with that DVD
Smoked out tent no need
on a Saturday
Ain't nothin' like a sunny day to make your troubles fade away and disappear
Wouldn't be all bad if we all ran out of gas and got stuck here
to drive it
I was fucking up a club on a Saturday
Fucking up a club on a Sunday
Re-upped, popped out midday afternoon
Then I do it all over Monday
I was
pockets on swell
The number one D-boy, Mr fishscale
I don't fuck around with snitches who tell
Put holes in your brain
Leave bodies to smell
I'm out here
We’ll work it out yea it might not be easy though
It’s worth a shot even if we fall flat on our face
We might be blind yea love is deceiving well
, ooh boy, never-never-never, ooh boy, ooh ooh
Ooh boy, never-never-never, ooh boy, ooh ooh
Some of the sun shines Saturdays, you better watch out girl
So get over yourself
Yeah
So get over yourself
You think all I do is that about us
And that the new boy I show off is only out of spite
Your're
get dusted
Need my space hoe leave me be
That boy sick, call the CDC
Won't spin shit but a DVD
Think he pro, till the boy meet me
Say shit once and I
explanation
All he needs is a bad boy driver
To help him escape from the destination
If you live by the gun, die by the gun, yeah
If you live by the gun,
same color as butter
When I ride by, niggaz be like damn I can't believe it's butter
Believe me dog I ain't never gotta spit
Iced-out grill that says
wrist be
Throw it back and throw me out, I'm feeling like a Dixie
Still got you as a contact, all caps
Don't got nobody I can talk with to fall back
You
are you into it
Boy are you into this
Boy am I really the one
Have we ended or just begun
Lemme take a step back
Do I need to fall back
Lemme take
dey sell plantain
Every Saturday
Me and my mama we dey sell plantain oh
My mama plantain everybody everybody
I am still dat plantain boy
Na me be
Fly-By-The-Seat-Of-His-Pants parasail
Fall, hit the trampoline, bounce and grab a pair of stilts
And I ain't wearin' zilch, zip, zero, nothing, no, nada
Like your father
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