Lyrics:
ona lows me and bro yo bitch in the back
Told that bitch she a nat we can't date I'm just tryna crack
Shakin' ass in the party told her throw it back
just add it up
You just add it up
You just uhh
Don't take too long to make your mind up
I'm a cancer
You can have him
In the driveway
I pulled up to your
woman, please don't ask me why,
We can make it if we try.
She passed by in a limousine, and slowly waved her hand,
A mink around her shoulders,
shakin', her heart's pounding
By the way she's drinking his memory's drowin'
She's not the cheatin' kind
She's been cheated one too many times
Oh,
shakin', her heart's pounding
By the way she's drinking his memory's drowin'
She's not the cheatin' kind
She's been cheated one too many times
Oh,
your brain
That only leave one thing left behind to remain
Right now,
Life can only equal what you believe in
Right now,
I know a nigga that'll shoot
I take a draw and get activated
(Grrrt)
She got no manners, she dancin', she shakin' but you know theres no obtainin' it
She got the Buffy no vampire
It took me two hours (Moon Rock)
Down by the beach babe
She wanna woosah
I wanna escape
Moon Rock
Down by the beach babe
I wanna move
Let's
the motherfuckin' dome and I count up
Only real niggas surround us
Draped in designer no stylist
Can I cuff her she got milage (No)
Add it up no subtracting
Def making a movie!
True Story, True Story, Sit back Grab Ya Popcorn
You aint got to like me, I was called by Jesus
You aint got to like me, she was
The jesus christ on my neck reach to my lap
I teach you to rap in my sunday school
These bitches get a one day rule
You gotta fuck by monday, cool?
Or she
Right foot behind her ass
She just keep shakin shakin shakin
It’s shaking so fast
She really tryna spazz
She really shakin that ass
That booty plump
that up by like five or six, she ain't no Barbie
Now that's a month that flew by, she hit the group chat, she wondering why
She can't even add to my
Obituaries on my dresser
Just adds on all the pressure
I can never let you niggas by
I'm eyein' all the extras, uh
Through all the hard times I maneuver
Who?
Ayy, say, Dick
Who you talkin' to?
Ayy, bitch
I'd dive all across the top of your shit, bitch
I can't never go to jail 'cause I'm
Figure, on that occasion. It would all add up, she was part of the equation.
CHORUS:
Whoa ohhhh! By my calculations she's a stand out girl. Whoa ohhhh!
Have you ever had yo pussy ate
(ate) by a mouth full of diamonds (yeah)
Ima make ya toes curl till ya eyes roll back
While yo body slow whinin'
fake thugs
Start acting like Stans
You'll never make your move cuz
You lackin the fans
I been illin' since I had
A backpack full a cans
You see life pass
Why
Walk by
Just one lil spy
Don't cry
Fuckin ops by a drive by
Sometimes she be mad
I know she sad
Cause i'm a driller thats what a said
But
my cig in the back of the whip
She shakin' her hips
Bro it's gettin' lit
I'm takin' her home, yeah I'm finna hit
Stuck in my world when I look at her
of you that still linger
I am a VCR a funeral of dead memory waste
I'm a VCR a funeral of dead memory waste
You can see it on my face i'm a VCR funeral
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can
she classy
She shakin her booty
I think that she nasty
Shawty she like how I do it
She bringin it back
No I don't listen to niggas
These niggas be wack
doesn't really add up
Uhh
Just a game that you play
Fucked me in the end
Hypnotized by your lies
It was all pretend
Should've known by your eyes
The way you
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