Lyrics:
can carry more than one so ya know it's on
And ya just got attacked by the maniac and played like a saxophone
Sucker ass bitch-type ass niggas
[Master
by example
Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace
Word to New York 'cause the Dyckman and Heights girls are callin' me "Papi"
I'm all
I be vegeta
She think Im the goat but I need to teach her
Got my heart broke lil baby you see a cheetah
Got my heart broke lil baby you see a cheetah
RockStar
I dun Earned my stripes
Jus like a CheetaH (Like a cheetah)
My Daddy told me be a Leader
Never follow people (Got to lead by example)
So I set my
of goons
Yeah they were cool too
And I still got my dawgs by my side (Ye)
Shoutout that Moth gang moth gang (Pizza)
Shoutout that gang that gang (694)
to the dome
I want what you flaunting baby
You know what i'm wanting baby
I want what you flaunting baby
You know what i'm wanting baby
Hennessy, by the boat
and codiene by the liter
While I'm layin' back, smokin' my reefer
Drainin' the bank, I'm a leecher
These bitches on me cause they leechers
Baby girl, I ain't no
chasing the paper, I look like a cheetah
They told me I wouldn't be shit, had to make them believers
I ride with my stick, I'm not alone in the two seater
(Look Out) she put in work, she put in work
Dame, that girl fine, body designed, so divine
I got to grind to make her mine, by the end of this rhyme
If
tonight
Dark Sky City
With Those Neon Lights
Got that Sidewalk Strut
Got My Chin Up High
Downtown Bar Hop
Lady by my Side
Let's go walk around
Down Town
In
Mean Stud Lover's Blues
Written by Joyce A. Huston, Zalma Lipsky
Published by Lady J Huston Music
I got the Mean Stud Lover's Blues
My toes are
Mean Stud Lover's Blues (Background)
Written by Joyce A. Huston, Zalma Lipsky
Published by Lady J Huston Music
I got the Mean Stud Lover's Blues
My
Brothers, things done got too far gone
(Tell 'em 'bout it)
We got to let the girls know what they gotta do for us
Oh, what the heck, let's get
company
When you done with em, it's like a tragedy
And girl you said that you would never leave
Can't trust a soul, I'm by my Lonely no Alimony
Das why I'm
[Verse 1]
*When the Remi's in the system
Aint no tellin will I fuck 'em will I diss 'em
That's what they be yellin
I'm a pimp by blood, not relation
thought she was a keepa
But now that girl gone like a fast ball or cheetah
Fairwell, fairwell, fairwell
Where my old lady at
Where my old, where
need a drink and a waffle
Shootin birds wid a rifle
Fallin down hit a pimple
Cheeky cheeky like a diva
Speedy speedy like a cheetah
Im in de garden
Girl, what that say? Wait, who that?
Bet he was lame, bet he ain't Lil Wayne, no
Haha, 'cause I'm way more fly, yeah
Have you hangin' 'round a bunch
Girl, what that say? Wait, who that?
Bet he was lame, bet he ain't Lil Wayne, no
Haha, 'cause I'm way more fly, yeah
Have you hangin' 'round a bunch
Yeah!
Gin and juice in my left
Big blunt in my right
Gift the girls what they like
A lil sip or a puff they take lightly
Tryin' to think about
What
My energy kinetic
The fitted hat by Ebbets
(Yessir)
(DJ Drama) Yeah
I like sugar, I like sweets, I don't like the spicy eats
I need bridges in
Tomorrow she gonna wear 'em again
The way they're hugging on those hips every time she struts by
I know as long as I live I could never get enough of my
I get a strange sensation
When you walk by me you strut around
You make me crazy
I get no relaxation
Talk to me, talk to me
All I want is
have to have those young girls fool ya, you dig?
Trick ya outta your check, so you can learn about it
Don't try to play if you ain't ready for it
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