Lyrics:
Brothers, holler at me
If you love a lady who don't
Need a sugar daddy)
When a brother try to get the goodies
With the blinged-out chain, let me hear
That's why they don't fuck with me, fuck with me
I pull up, they think I brought some luck with me
'Cause my truck a buck fifty
Plus another buck fifty,
meaningless
Maybe that's why many end up homeless
And some get locked up by the wrist
Daddy daddy yeah you are so naughty please don't take your hands off of me
might just fuck yo mommy, ay
Got ya hoe, nigga, you is a hoe nigga
Woah, woah, nigga, don’t yall know
You don’t want no smoke, woah, you should chill
Rottweilers
And shoot at him
That's my black friend, he a real black pimp
He got my own car, he don't need no rig
Loan me 6 bucks, I'll pay you back quick
I'm
smashing ya
I'm here to break records, if that don't work
Take off your shirt, homeboy, and give me your necklace
Why would you not expect this, why have you
Cut your head off, guillotine
Henry VI I I style
Y'all reminding me of Cheddar Bob in 8 Mile
I wanna see everybody in the place wild
Anybody move
Buck
Negativity don’t come
Close like two curtains (Damn)
I don’t why loud people make me nervous
Who the hell choose to
Tell they business on purpose
See so many
to me in my dreams
Is she taken? (Is she taken?) Is she mine? (Is she mine?)
Don't got time don't care, don't have two shits to give
Let me take you by
Daddy had a name tag that said, "Busy Working"
Mommy had a milk carton that said, "Missing Person"
John had a new baseball glove, with nobody to learn
smoke it with me, yeah
Then, I'ma smoke it with you
Y'all, we can smoke it all up
We can smoke and get buck
We can smoke it all up
We can smoke
to the man with no money, nonsense, uh, uh
Step back who running from me I don't know my own identity
I look in the mirror, look in the mirror, I ain't
catch that fade
Fuck your badge
Now you wanna ask me why I'm so mad?
Get your ass beat for a photograph
Get the fuck out my dressing room 'fore I go bad
catch that fade
Fuck your badge
Now you wanna ask me why I'm so mad?
Get your ass beat for a photograph
Get the fuck out my dressing room 'fore I go bad
hearts nigga
That what Daddy told you, Mommy told you
I stand my grounds, be a man homie
No quarters no halves, with them wholes thang
"Fuck it, pitch in
with Asian n****s and I f*** with Migos
I f*** with Haitian n****s, all they speak is Creole
I said all I speak is real, y'all n****s might hate me but
with Asian niggas and I fuck with Migos
I fuck with Haitian niggas, all they speak is Creole
I said all I speak is real, y'all niggas might hate me but
by me
Promise things that he would buy me
If I kept my mouth close and don't tell mommy
He said one day I'll understand little me
Was in you to side me
I'm coming like cnna
Do a ho wanna play? Hit her ass with this stunna
cnd he don't want a problem
He stay in his place 'cause he know I'll rob him
Fuck
shit
My pockets so bossy
I know why they mad at me
I been on dat fly shit
My pockets stay balling
I see why they mad at me
I been on dat fly shit
I
Sometimes when I'm with my chick on the low
I'm a flirt and when she's with her man
Looking at me damn right, i'm a flirt
So homie don't bring your girl
Check it, and I don't get by with nothin' I can't leave in 30 seconds
But my kids, they think mommy a teacher
They don't know, for the love of this
I make
style and grace
Allow me to lace these lyrical douches, in your bushes
Who rock grooves and make moves with all the mommies
The back of the club,
fever
Slide on them niggas we hop in a Beamer
Masked up can't see me John Cena
Keep me a chop this a double odd buck
Your hoe is a thot so I don't give
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