Lyrics:
Hutch
I feel like I might as, cause they're out to touch
If she bust it down, then she gettin' fucked
When I'm in that thing, I'm doin' it rough
Cat-past
"Grandpa, here's your coffee,"
Said Edith, as she filled his cup.
"Nobody'll find you here,
And Earl is glad you guys showed up."
"The way
we'll just hire a cleaning guy
When we're talking about what a wifey brings
I want a girl who has good jeans
Until I unzip her fly and see the beauty
the concrete
That a rose had arose
Good girls stop being good
When I turn 'em into hoes
Dreams stop being dreams when I
Turn 'em into goals
Hallelujah gotta
and loaded a new mag
I been drinkin water, 'cause these drugs on me
Bitch be lovin my vibes, got her stuck on me
Want to come through my spot, she want to fuck
But she stay by my waist
Close to my side
Even when we ride
On that drive(Lake Shore Drive)
Gettin’ high
Observing everything as time goes by
I pray
For the rest of my life, I want this for the rest of my life, yeah
You my summer flame, but I can’t contain
The way that I feel when you come to me
need the ribs
She want my nuts she swallow my kids
I bust down a chicken wing just cause I can
I want bands and I need a brick
I want beef and I need
the name
When it's Too $hort baby, ain't nothing plain
Dangerous Music on the microphone
Makes you want to break your hip bone
Might break your leg,
Cass' (cast) off
You the type of nigga a bitch say
"Why you lyin' on her cat?"
How you even expect that pussy was yours when
She told you lyin' on her
body girl I deserve a medal
Hit hit hit hit I deserve it
Don’t rush just hush
Let me light your body with my faya
Afro
Give me your lovin’ girl nah nah
I don't want no little ol' danish rolls
I must have ham and grit's
And the Boston girl says she likes it
Lovin' on the river bank
Hey, the new south,
must not've got 'em
There probably was a problem at the post office or somethin'
Sometimes I scribble addresses, too sloppy when I jot 'em
But
scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em
But anyways, fuck it, what's been up, man? How's your daughter?
My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm 'bout to be
scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em
But anyways, fuck it, what's been up, man? How's your daughter?
My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm 'bout to be
thongs
Leather miniskirt with the oriental draw
Little Mary Pong is RAW
She says "I want to make your girlfriend look good"
Start buying all your Louie
she’s got that torment
To a fine art
Smart like a foxy
And crafty as a cat
I’m looking up
As I’m lying on my back
Bite the beast
If I want a big
already hit so you good to go now
She like you fuck her like a freak
Baby when I be fucking it I make her go ah ah
Babygirl I been the man the whole time
once
She ride me so good, make me feel numb
My bitch look bad in them heels, uh
Told her I'll pay for it, get your nails done
Fuck around and I'ma kill
can tell when she suck
Its homegrown man its deeper than love
She see what I see (ey)
But the vision's vague, you see?
It's a rush of wonders in here
enough (oh no, oh no)
She gives me the runaround
But I stay chasin'
But I need help, I'm in love with a crazy girl
But it's all good and it's fine by
on
Wise in his Adidas, me and my (Benetton)
Coolin out drinkin stout, talkin 'bout the world
When we were suddenly stopped by a beautiful girl
She was
self
I remember, oh
I remember the time, insane Milan
And she run the tide, day in day out
Lay around, she ride
Real rush, she rub
Real, good uh
Earth
The way she be suckin' dick, I be like, baby, you happy
The way that she be suckin' dick I told her, baby, you happy
Baby lookin' good, baby lookin'
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