Lyrics:
tell u what they kno' 'bout
Spit profoundly, criss-crossin' all Hip-Hop boundaries
So glad you found me, all them otha nigguz is lousy
Want'd in sundown
black hair
But this girl was ugly
I mean her body was through
But after four drinks or more
She looked like Paula Abdul
You know what baby? You
black hair
But this girl was ugly
I mean her body was through
But after four drinks or more
She looked like Paula Abdul
You know what baby? You
got to
Little white lie
Do what you gotta do
Little white lie
Say what you want to
Little white lie
Come back to haunt you
Little white lie
Yeah
[Intro]
Let that water cleanse yo' mind
Feel it tricklin down yo' spine
It's all about the wills and won'ts, do's and don'ts
and the price they'll
what we gon' do now like
I'm now like Frank White, fixin' my crown right (yeah)
This life'll catch us in the long run
Fuck it, I'll see it when it
China White, Mother of Pearl, Ivory Flake, what you need?
Well yeah, well let me check it out man
Just let me get a freeze (don't)
Go ahead man (do
want to know are you a freak?
Can we bust a 6 9 in my back seat on the creep?
Move, what I gotta prove girl?
You heard the song your pussy is my
the middle we flex
When we die, we won't make Jet
+Ebony+ can't see to the light side
The term they apply to us is a nigga
Call it what you want, cause I'm
the middle we flex
When we die, we won't make Jet
+Ebony+ can't see to the light side
The term they apply to us is a nigga
Call it what you want, cause I'm
just
If I could just see you
Can't really say what you mean or what you want over the phone
I swear I miss you
You done heard it ten times or more
heard the Souls
So the soul gon' cost ya three
All you people want to front like the Soul don't hold control
But it don't mean shit to me
Plain to see
heard the Souls
So the soul gon' cost ya three
All you people want to front like the Soul don't hold control
But it don't mean shit to me
Plain to see
what he wanna do
(Oh, I) yeah, baby
(Oh, I), come back to me, darling
(Miss you, miss you)
(Miss you, miss you)
(Miss you, miss you)
I don't want nobody
Ay, Migos
(Music crew)
(Zaytoven)
Metro Boomin want some more nigga
Whole lotta money (whole lotta money) (woo)
Whole lotta bitches (there's
Bally shoes, we want it all from you"
Now max this move, what could I do?
Nowhere to run, no one to run to
The girls just didn't know who I am
But I knew
fuck the gangsta bitches, preppy hoes
And all the plain jane's
It don't matter if you're
Black, white, red, or brown
Cause I got enough dick to
Spread
Making songs about gunplay
You dumb youts are bringing more heat
To your strip than a runway what a plain bar
Had my brother in Feltham that's Heathrow
want me
If you ain't want to link why the f**k would you call me
Bitch
Just get out my way
Cuz I'm getting money by the way
Bitch I ball like Hardaway
that
Up in the room bust and snooze
Shit I love what you do
The more I have the more I want to consume and thats true
When in the blue you still stuck by
mean you couldn't be more wrong
Couldn't be more wrong right now
Mmm love- make you do strange things
Love- got me sayin' strange things
Fuck, like what
what? ...received opinion and is loved and valued...
what? ...by the majority. What? What?
Conclusion
Look people, you heard it on the radio
I get...
You
Greedy and the least noble
What I notice about creatives is that
And one
Of the reasons why I get into trouble
Is, not only do I want to design video
the schemes
The science or strategy
Just giant N-U Ts brings triumph and belief
I'm a lion or a dean, inspired by the green
Never tired or fatigued
Never
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