Lyrics:
try it again
That's why I write songs where I die at the end
'Cause I don't give a fuck, like my middle finger was stuck
And I was waving it
game like A.I.
That's the kinda guy I like
Tattoos, listens to hip-hop
6-pack, SUV chromed out
Knows how to treat his girl right
That's the kinda
ghost in this narrator's purse
Acappella Cinderella's for this fella's more than that
Jealous type, dealt a fight, 'course he poured a mornin' cap
It's like this:
I'm that guy, you're so fly,
Gotta get a piece of that sweet potato pie
I'm that guy, you're so fly,
Gotta get a piece of that sweet
mind like I invented whores
Mack without a Goldie hat or a Six-Four
I got cash and plan to get more
Of that cream chicks strip for, lick dick for
the money only came here for the love, and I know
I ain't really bout to get how I wanna, that'll always be enough
Can't ever say I got it even though I know
column, didn't have to cook a rock
A damn goodie two-shoes, that what they call ya
Never judge a person or a book by it's covers
Just because my tone is
Here's a little bit of Old School for you
That goes a little somethin' like this
I always try to be the flyest kid on the block
The popular one with
Left my job like Eminem
Runnin ocho millas...
Forreal...
And if we are here it's for a reason...
It's always for a reason
Yeah
Pull up to the skatepark
wheat germ
Never had a cameo, never had a perm
I'm not Billy Dee, or R. Kelly
Or, Markie Dee or B.I.G.
I'm a, little somethin' like Heavy D
'Cause girls,
report
Class C, cold me down with the plastic
That's all I Ask Of You, like Raphael Saadiq
At the hotel, Nico, robbin' the val suite
My people's eyes
me up
We moving around, ay
I told her "something, something, come back"
With all the fun that just we done had
Yeah, clean my face, then come back
For
the second it load’ I see’n assume by the tech in they grasp’
N’reppin the mask’ that someone intend’da do harm’
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I don’t pay poop for alarms’
I just lay
different ma you see em' passing out bars (lets go)
The definition of a jet setter I'm hip hop still living like a good fella'
Castle and crooks sweater
on the scene
Like what is it you want to say to the world
Wadup world
It's the boy that met ya
Eighty nine with nineties style
Can't quite place huh
No I
Ain't
and cream, you know what I'm sayin'?
Shit like that, niggas don't even know
But, son, word is bond, I'ma rock niggas this summer
On the real, know what I'm
and cream, you know what I'm sayin'?
Shit like that, niggas don't even know
But, son, word is bond, I'ma rock niggas this summer
On the real, know what I'm
my zone like I'm a lost one
Yeaaaah never been here for a long time
So I've been working every minute its the long nights
Yeaaah I never quittin its
I used to be in my heist years
Bubble eye small fry loaded four five
just thirstin for some person with shine to just walk by
Now that I can see
you
Yeah
And why I let you do me
Like go wild on you and right through me
But you didn't find the right one to make love, fuck you
And all that
slow)
I'm on another level (can you feel my flow?)
See how I do it (when I'm on the floor)
Wonder if you're ready for the thing that I got
I told you
face help the bitch see clearly
9 on the waist hit the bitch up severely
I'm know for the flip of that coke I enaa
I'm heavy in the street like the 7
ya can't trust a bitch as far as you can smell 'em
ya betta lick that stamp and mail 'em back ova there to da otha
fella. I care less(like I'm 'spose
Midnight train, roll on
Midnight train, roll on
Clear them tracks and keep that whistle blowin'
Take this stranger on to Santa Fe
It seems like
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