Lyrics:
fears the Lord, she ain't playin'
Hear what I'm sayin', cause I'm sayin' it clearly
She's the kinda girl I gots to have near me
She's that kinda
guess a dick that's hard as rock, is what these hoes Be missing
And in return she used her stolen credit cards to by Me casing
And later on she got this
And, she's coming home
I got a picture of her down by the seashore
Wearing a bikini made of purple velour
Her hair's up like Conway Twitty's pompadour
on three wheels
Ain't slowin' down, yellin' "come on, jump in"
Always up to somethin', crazy got nothin' on her
She ain't right, she ain't right
She ain't
run the bag, yo niggaa
And we got what these niggas ain't got
We got money
(Boy, you know you don't want no smoke)
And we got what these niggas ain't
You light like a feather, heavy like brick
I'm a rock star, got slits on my wrist
You ain't never hear heavy metal like this
You ain't ever seen
She don't need nobody she dont need nobody help
Even if you got it she can do it by herself
She the baddest and she savage
Making magic man she got
her hair
She got in her bag she can to it by herself
You a fucc nigga,
She can do it by herself
She can do it by herself
You a fucc nigga
She can do
watchin' her drivin' by, in her new whip so fly
Wish she could sing me a lullaby, to scoop her I've got to try
In her eyes, there's a flame that burns right
making moves
She making moves
She making moves
(Dance)
She making moves
I ain't got no regrets
I ain't got no regrets
As long as I got you
We
taking up all her time
She's got all the symptoms, she's showing all the signs
She's got a man on her mind
It ain't been easy just hanging tough
Even
'cause the girl is hot
Spending all your money
Every chance she's got
Gave all your gold rings off your hand
But she gave it all up to another man
'Cause
Lil' mama bad and she bad then a bitch, yeah
She got that stash in the bag, I can see it, yeah
I got a tab in the back, if you need, yeah
She fuck
one
Plastic for the heart
He ain't really tough
He ain't really bag one
Sunday by the morning
I be askin' who am I?
Said she want to see me
I'll be too
ain't tryna press you no more, unless you really got your mind made up
Baby girl said she want some Bombay straight tonight, she ain't gon' chase
I'ma
call me bae
I said, oh you got the touch, still I take precaution
I told her I ain't know none of the suckers she been involved with
I fuck her till
like a dealer, but my boys run dope game
She's givin' me the full thing, off the cocaine
Like I got a full band, keep my stick by four rings
I ain't
play hard
She pay the bills by herself
She get mo doe when she solo cause it pays to be by herself
She ain’t never ask for no help
Cause if it ain’t
shot shit
Spending money on these hoes, nigga you ain't fuck shit
My killas got shooters on shooters
Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang
Knock em down hundred
hold me down so I ain't got time for no side hoes
She hold it down and won't say shit to the 5-0
Blow it down like every week we smokin' 5 O's
If
Ain't no love in Oakland, bitch
Niggas always talkin bout 'I love you'
But ain't no love, bitch
Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John
bitches to
"come to my hotel" to livin' in one
Man I ain't never backed down from shit
I got heart you know
The 40? Not an opening act
When it start to show
She ain’t easy, why she ain’t mess with breezy
Yuh
Love her persona, she ain’t in her phone
Yeah
She hard to handle, she ain’t got no manual
Yuh
old thing
I'on give a fuck what you think about me
Been doing my shit like fuck you mean
Say you got a problem but it ain't with me
Brand new look but
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