Lyrics:
but her little girl had nothing
She would con people, everybody not some people
Steal your birthday, your social and have you wanted by the folk
Got
bout no test girl lets talk about yo lips
Let's talk about yo eyes, yo thighs, and yo hips
Now I got her laughing as we out having sips
Then her man
Haha, Queen
You know what it is
She walk in like the Queen and she got her own Queendom (ouh yeah)
She claim don't need a King but she really
I ain't gotta fuck yo bitch, I got my own girl
I ain't gotta smoke your weed, I got my own drugs
I ain't gotta drink your drink, I got my own drugs
less than a twenty
Yo, you want a five? Oh, the dope man's got plenty
To be a dope man, boy, you must qualify
Don't get high off your own supply
From
yo'self a ball
I can do bad by myself
I don't need no help, to starve to death
I can do that on my own
I can do bad by myself
I don't need no help,
at you when I walk by
You turn yo head, she wink her eye
I can't help if she checkin' for a platinum type of guy
She be callin' me daddy, and I be callin'
Luscious bitch, she is true
But it's not nice to fool Mother Nature
The proud mother of God, like all hoes
Is, is jealous of her own shadow
Who is
she was here. She would never tell Jake that. She knew better than to diminish his reality with her own fractured sense of reality.
She loved
hugged her up
What the fuck is up?
She got you whipped, got your kids
Got your home, but that's not your bitch
You share that girl, don't let 'em hear
speaks that body language,
Ain't got to say a word.
All eyes on her.
She owns the night.
She owns the night.
She owns the night.
She owns the night.
She
I don't know I think I need to ask my brother Suga Free.
Do I love her? (uh huh)
Do I need her? (Oh, yeah)
And when she tells me she loves me, I
I ain't gotta fuck yo bitch, I got my own girl
I ain't gotta smoke your weed, I got my own drugs
I ain't gotta drink your drink, I got my own drugs
she hit the window, she a crash dummy
I'ma dope boy to get fast money
And every stand I'm for me, I'm gone
I ain't gotta fuck yo bitch
I got my own
and she play the rules by my game
When i hit her deep off in her guts she's calling my name
She top me off riding in the foreign in the fast lane
by the time her and Jake would sit down for dinner. She popped up off the floor without even thinking, got her balance, and took the stairs down toward
about her good thing that she's got
Yeah, and she tipped out on it
See, ain't nobody gonna believe what to tell him no way, fool
Oh, yeah, girls, you
once but her ex owns her body
She lookin so innocent trust me she naughty
She bustin old 20s
She go for the oldies
It's all about money it's all about
Big Ill
Later on that night at the arena
I seen her, tryin' to get backstage between the
Niggaz I was wit and the security, she didn't
Lookin'
' block
In love with the pistol
In love with the Glock
Gas got me really, really stressed, real talk
Hello, it's me, yo' bubble get popped
I'm on yo' block
I know she got it ?cause she lookin? at me like she want it
She drop it low, make me wanna throw some d's on it
Whatever it is you can't stop it,
I know she got it ?cause she lookin? at me like she want it
She drop it low, make me wanna throw some d's on it
Whatever it is you can't stop it,
like titanic
get the fuck up off of me
fuck all yo apologies
she treat it like a game trynna own every niggah on the board
but this not monopoly
she got
on sight
Shawty's an A-Town girl
Got her own money but she never pay to get inside, no lie
Love me a A-Town girl
So if you lookin' for her, know that she
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