Lyrics:
pass me the lighter
Ain't seen nothing yet
Whoa Whoa
Whoa Whoa
Whoa Whoa Whoa
18, got me right back
I ain't feel it all gone till I really sit back when
'm three miles from home"
I said, "Sugar, why don't you put on that sun dress I like so much?
Wait out by the road, I'm comin' to pick you up"
(Whoa
Yerstaday, I did it, everytime I'm with her
She just wanna act ghetto
She just wanna dance like a stripper, rap like a nigga
She just wanna rub her
(Woo!)
Black Barbie dressed in Bulgari
I'm tryin to leave in somebody's Ferrari
Spread love that's what a real mob do
Keep it gangsta look out for her
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Here in this worn and weary land
Where many a dream has died
Like a tree planted by the water
We never will
Oh-whoa, oh-whoa
Oh-whoa, oh-whoa
I've been living by myself, my parents sayin', "Find help"
But therapy is kinda scary, yeah, that's what my brain
gone as we're driving out the private gate
Countin' the stars with our last name on the license plate
Whoa, oh, oh, oh
I lied to myself 'bout trying
When I see my baby
What do I see
Poetry
Poetry in motion
Poetry in motion
Walkin' by my side
Her lovely locomotion
Keeps my eyes open wide
When I see my baby
What do I see
Poetry
Poetry in motion
Poetry in motion
Walkin' by my side
Her lovely locomotion
Keeps my eyes open wide
bones
Rub your bones right on my
So, you should kiss me hard
Before I go where I go
Out of touch and out of sight
But, you know
We're all one held
many times have I seen
You give me just what I need
Whoa, whoa, here I go again
I forget, You’re gonna work it out somehow
You think that I’d know by
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Walk in, something like a habit
Victor freeze, till I'm laying in a casket
What I see, lil bitty looking savage
Shawty drops it low and I
Just there like whoa!
I'm on top of her, she's on top of me
No matter where we go, I got
Them hoes all over me
Yeah, I'm on top
whoa whoa whoa
I said hey, outta my way, where my ladies
Riding big, living good, doing they things
Dancing, don't pay,
Player keep the money I can
(nuttin to do)
Uhh, I'm interrupted by a phone ring
Sometimes I wish I never
Got the motherfuckin thing
"Hello hello? Can I speak to Biggie?"
Yo who dis?
heaven sent I needa verse up in the bible
Bitch I'm working been humble, don't need no handouts
I was broke in a struggle, my hope had ran out
But now I
a rub-a-dub (yeah)
Oh-oh, I know you love me 'cause I'm funky
'Cause I just wanna show you some love
Oh-oh-oh, to my brothers on the avenue
Huh, chicken
whoa oh oh)
Can we call this place a home?
When I’m feeling empty and so cold
We drift through the days to get by
Are we running out of time?
to the Immaculate
Binaca blast nigga that's fast, son I'll out-box ya
Ladies rub the ta-ta's, bras, titties and knockers on the floor
Owww! Fellas pull ya cock out
carve it out,
Wet cement, sign your name on it
Rub rub on that bottle
Woke up el diablo
Concentrating on stacking paper like lotto (Lotto)
Young thugs we
got the time for talkin
I'm about to mark my target than I'm takin em out whoa
Yea I got em goin crazy, sauce been drippin like gravy
Know they tryna
Yeah, whoa, whoa, mmh, oh
Yeah, whoa, whoa
Haha
Yeah
My name is Scott Mescudi, yeah
Mmmh
Yeah
Gotta get it through my thick head
I was so
sippin 'Gnac, y'all wassup?
Girls, rub on your titties (yeah)
Yeah fuck it I said it rub on ya titties
New York City gritty committee, pity the fool
Ooo yea yea
Ooo yea yea yea
Ooo whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
Ooo whoa oo
Ooo yea yea
Ooo yea yea yea
Ooo whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
I be on that Hennessy
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