Lyrics:
and des misfit
Playboy, you ain't got no balls plus your dickless
And I'm like a plumma layin pipes in yer ?????
No man can hold hold me nor can
Right Hand Man
Let me use your toothbrush
Have you got a clean shirt?
My panties in a wad
At the bottom of my purse
I walk into the street
The air's so
Your favorite rapper never bust a
Try to walk like Papi
You gon' bust your ass
These niggas can't walk in my shoes
Pap smoother than Devin the Dude
50
That's right I said it, and be damn sure I meant it
'Cause a girl like me can have anybody
So give my love, boy, to my independent funk
Hey
Salty
're a bad boy only with your mandem
You're an ee-diot i can't rate you
You're an actor, like Denzel
I don't watch, man, I get girls
If you diss me I'll get
Bubba's got a blunt
Put some kush up in the air
(Yeah)
And I'm like pass me a bottle
I don't want your girl man, I'm finna pull a model
Ladies' man
a million)
M-E-L-Man, niggas call me Most
I be rockin' on the East and the West Coast
Your mail go back like Emmitt Smith's hairline
With Jordache devils
can't fuck so I hooked it up
But young women like you with your big round butts
Blind girls driving down the street called "Love"
Chasing that man, who
to Rio
I'm somewhat Creole
Don't like the man of steel
I'm not your carbon copy but your first draft jalopy for real
I used to deal but the fuzz popped
I survive
You guys can't walk in My shoes
I'm not Your shoe size
I flipped a couple bricks
Couple birds flew by coke white like it got
Blonde hair
Cut your dough short like, "Easy man"
Believe me, you need to come see me man
My coke make smokers have a seizure man
A chick'll see my hand, and leave
pan
Cut your dough short like, "Easy man"
Believe me, you need to come see me man
My coke make smokers have a seizure man
A chick'll see my hand,
wonderland feeling like the Son of Sam
I'm at your west coast branch, gun in hand
I'ma feel like superman,
Walk by the teller, better call the trooper, man
jury be VVSes
Kated by DTSes
Like Khalid shit we the best and
I tell em hoes I don't wanna talk
Just leave a message
Automatic stash boxes so they
Can
make a million)
M-E-L-Man, niggas call me Most
I be rockin on the East and the West Coast
Your mail go back like Emmitt Smith's hairline
With Jordache
yeah, you know how we go
My best friend Steven at the Home Depot
Laurelton is in the house, I can't forget Southside
Walk past MCs like that girl did
, can you just give me one year
Like just give me one year, man, let me put everything into this
And if I don't get it, fuck it, I'll just submit,
Walk in, explode it and leave, reload
You don't like a rugged nigga, fuck you, blow me
But you will respect me or get it in your neckpiece, chief
No
the seven seas with ease
Get more drugs than pharmacies
So call me that lyrical genevyz
You can't compare, get you steppin like stairs
Frats, sororities
Don't
Call me Gucci Mane when I'm on the stage with you
But call me Jessie James when I hold this damn pistol
You can call me Gucci gu-ap when I do a song
girl grand larceny
His bars too hot so that arson
I'm about to steal your girl like a burglary yea I'm convict
But girls still want to fuck with me
hold me nor can control me
Next time you see me holla like you know me!
You don't got no ends in Mi Casa
(And its your stopper meth tical man and funk
the Biggie Smalls, the Brooklyn thumper
With the wicked jumper
You like the way I freak the double jumper
Jump shots, jump shots, I got them for days
Call me
tell me that he's wicked
Farrakhan comes you can't seem to buy a ticket
And check what my man has to say
Right or wrong, don't you think that he
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