Lyrics:
She got a gun in her purse right now
Got a scale in her purse right now
Got some pills in her purse right now
She got a bag in her purse right now
SIR!)
She got her hand up but I tryna pay that girl
Now, what ya'll wanna do? (do)
Wanna be ballers, shot callers, brawlers
Give me ur numba I bet she
Though it's very clear to me
That she don't give a damn
[Chorus: Ne-Yo]
Got me out here putting on a show
Neighbors laughing at me
Just want her to know
dangerous, yeah
Freak bitches
Oh she bad, but she don't even speak English
And she got a little street in her
She get loud, hella loud, when I'm deep in
wanna miss a thing
She got a attitude while she suck the thing
I got specific ways when she do it mayne
(That's where her attitude coming from because I'm
a getaway
Mama steady yellin "SHAPE UP" while shes alive
But babygirl got her eyes stuck- she's seein crosseyed
Living two lives -bring a sense of freedom tho
She lives her life on her own terms
This is the world
She is immerse
She is like no other girl
She never ever stops
Freelancing
Her life is not
killed her only son so when he said it she just nodded
And he told her that he got her
Grimy at its best
Like Tony had a cold you feel it slimy in his
'Cause she can't see passed it, man the pain has got her blind
Everyone is so focused, that they ain't got the time
Focused on they own lives, they just
R-E-S-P-E-C-T me"
I got this French chick that love to french kiss
She thinks she's Bo Derek, wear her hair in a twist
My, Cherie amour, to a belle
Merci, you
on her, man, I'd love to make advances
I guess her father must 'a got the same feelin'
I mean, actually findin' his own daughter Millie appealing
Vroom
For lack of a nicer way I can word it
She's got them eating dust whenever she's serving
When they stunt, it's nothing to baby
Her, cup runneth
She know she bad, know she look good
Got her own shit, know her way 'round the hood
Don't need a man, If she wanted though, she could
I like 'em just
(alright)
And she can do it like a porn star
She don't need no movie
Cause lil baby be her own star
Niggas waste her time but,
Patience is a virtue
Got yo
bottle filled
Oh that was just a little song my mother
Sang when she was stressed yo
I don't know why she got mad when I cry
If the bitch deaf yo
Who
and independent
And she got her own check
All she want is sex
All she want is sex
All she want is sex
All she want is sex
All she want is sex
All she want is sex
working full time got a body got her cake right
Yea (yea) imma go fuck up a check
My bitch so bad break necks
I like mine slightly red
Oh she bad she boujee
she want her a feature (Oh Lord, Jetson made another one)
I ain't into mixin' my hoes with my business
Plus I got my own bitch at home, I be
thought she'd live with no arm
That's what it felt like, got to the hospital, eyes held tight
They moved her room to room-she could tell by the light
She thought she'd live with no arm
That's what it felt like, got to the hospital, eyes held tight
They moved her room to room-she could tell by
don't care, I paint the town red (walk on by)
Mm, she the devil
She a bad lil' bitch, she a rebel (walk on by)
She put her foot to the pedal
It'll take
the place of life.
She believes that people are lice
who eat her, so she bites first her
thirst increases year by year and by the time
the sheen has
They bugged out, yo (blaow-blaow)
So watch her, watch her, she look good (yeah, yeah-ayy)
Check it deep (eh, ayy)
Just watch what she do to your mind,
asked me to give her a son
I got too many clothes in my closet, I ain't got room for a stroller
She put her finger on my lips and told me to shut up
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