Lyrics:
'cause anything goes
It never comes easy when you're digging for gold
(Hey, hey) Well she ain't no Cinderella when she's getting undressed
'Cause she
it)
All my four pockets full, got a fifth pocket on cabbage (yeah)
All eyes, doin' five runts for a drive by in that Caddy'
Yeah, yeah, tryna keep
home, and that's for sure
She's not sitting down and cryin' on her suitcase
She has no second thoughts by the road
But she's got feelings that need
wanna get
She just wanna get
She just wants his love but he aint got time
Steady getting chips like he on his grind
Love he never see cus he be blind
her, swear to God that I'm here for her
Last nigga got her caught up in the airport
She ain't had no pride, so she went and did a year for him
She
baby by the San Francisco Bay.
Ain't got a nickel and I ain't got a lousy dime
She don't come back I think I'm gonna lose my mind
If she ever comes
Until I met this girl (met this girl) who turned (turned) the tables around
She caught me by surprise
And I, I never thought I'd be the one breaking
She's got the magic touch
And you're walkin' around in a dream
She's got the magic touch
Oh no, but it ain't what it seems
You feel there's
the way she shake it
No snakes in my grass
Left the fake in the past
I ain't got no room for haters
Yea I'm big smoke
blowing big smoke
I love it when she
Young Mula, baby
I woke up all last night
I know this hoes ain't right
But you was blowin' up her phone last night
But she ain't have a ringer
hit me up like a plumber gone pipe it
Thats yo bitch she aint gone come back
Can move anything im selling it (jugg)
I got a bad bitch boy she heaven
She Boof i know she just after my money man
She Boof
She ain't gonna get a thing from me man
She Boof
I just wanna fuck but she just wanna lay
She
gotta ask
She got thick thighs but girl where's your booty
She ain't even got no ass
She sucked me dry then asked me for some Louis
Bitch you ain't even
take me baby take me
Since high school, nigga I ain't got no friends
Got two Three-Eighty's like the Ying Yang Twinz, ah
That's spot clickin' till
selling your flesh though you know it ain't right
stopping the cars as they go by
tryna make money even though it makes you cry
She woke up the next day,
All I do is smoke good dope
Get the money count it then I go
All she ever give is good throat
She say she love me the most
I ain't got time, I ain't
should twitter this girl is sparkling
She ain't no rock star
But she got groupies
She ain't no actress
But she makes movies
And when she struts that thing
polished but you played wit them choppas
And you ran wit some Shottas, and got caught by the opposition
Now she tripping
Tears clouding her vision
Wondering
Yeah
I know
But you know I heard that before though, right?
(D.A. got that dope!)
Uh
How she know what to do with the pack, when she keep
discussion
She got some hittas 'round her way
Could fuck around and press the button
And if you know her like I do you know she always into something
But
Bitch
Imma talk my shit, you get dismissed thats by my next bitch
Cause Shorty got me in a Mess
(Hey)
We might make a Mess
(A Mess)
She be pullin up with
she got my name tatted she represent
I ain't worried bout bitches unless that lil bitch come to me
That bitch wanna fuck but she came empty handed
I
to skate when she was in first grade
Went to Clark ain't graduate
Moved up out of Buckhead to escape the city
Breakfast at Barney's, she's so ratchet,
with a big flag
She ain't even in oh, nigga, get back, oh
Where your bitch at? Shootin' out the Benz
Just got money from a big check
I ain't even spent
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