Lyrics:
Tell me what you know about me
Stay fresh so clean pockets full of blue cheese
Can't worry bout y'all I be worried bout me
Baby tell me what you want
on fingers
She is meaning on grind can linger
So much brains why her lips are pinker
Sound the bells fixing rappers I tinker
As I float up
Um can you hear me
this bitch so bad, this bitch so clean
I got a college lil bitch, the bitch really
treating me like I'm her dean
Dam this bitch so bad, I got so mad
I
me the rest of you (Rest of you)
I know you want me
And girl I want you bad
So stop holding back
I'll give you my last,
When we start loving
I'm
Terps slow shit down for an hour or so
Tell me something that I'm not and I become it before you can even shower again
Modulating
But it's still your
everything I rap is a quarter piece to your melon
So if you have a relapse, just relax and pop in my disc
Don't pop me no fucking pill, I'mma a pop you
her name, some rhyme nameless
Don't try to treat me like I ain't famous
My apologies, are you into astrology?
Cause umm i'm tryna make it to your anus
might get it
Go for mine before I live to regret it
I wrote this rhyme now you can see where I'm headed
Not bad for a rookie
That's why promoters
30 inches on a bucket or a new car
So flingy-flingy, so flingy
So blingy-blingy, so blingy
You see me-see me, you see me
The girls clingy, they clingy
Done a lot of bad things for the P's
I was in desperate need
Driver go get that re
Me and my team work collectively
I'm on the A40 tryna act lidge
to slow with the mop nigga I gotta clean up
I just been kicking my feet up
Bad bitch pussy I might have to beat up
Uh, She hate the way that I treat her
be actin' hard
Ya whole damn family'll get blown gone
''cause you ain't worth shit ya know, to me
To me and the Rydas, so bring your family tree
bands yeah
We count em up by the 3's
Ey
Get it whip it flip it ship it
Y'all can find me whippin in the kitchen
Get it whip it flip it ship it
Y'all can
visual
take down on my arm
so protective for me
how left you tellings high
ride and die bitch
show me right dat from da star
everytime i squeeze
you love
cash (cash, cash)
Club LIV my last tab, could've bought a fast Jag
Way these bitches wavin' at me, you would think a cab passed
Wonder why you hatin'
stress
She workin' me out for rest
These are filler lines (Ay)
But still they say it's the best
Is it me or is it cuz it's so simple you can connect
Hmm
momma , i can’t let you get away from me
Yeah , I ain’t with the drama , no , keep that shit away from me
Yeah i treat you feel bad but i treat you feel
She ah more than best
Point ogyegye me...
So we pulled up at the chella
Abubakar with the cheddar
Waakye over love
Be what we print for the shaddar
take my bills and digits by the triple
You look a little lost so let me lay it simple (lay it simple)
I'm stuck with a lazy eye lid but I see it as more
specialist
[Chorus:]
So you wanna murder this ya'll
That's right
And you wanna murder them
That's right
You should take a hit of this ya'll
Why? Once they're
somethin' in the water they drink
Why else would a woman want to treat a man so bad
(Treat a man so bad so bad so bad.
You need someone to love you) It must
love you so much, oh
You curse my name
In spite, to put me to shame
Hang my laundry in the streets
Dirty or clean
Give it up for fame
But I still
up with lean, I like Faygo Creme
By gelato I ain't talkin' 'bout no ice cream
I be dressin' how you dream, why that boy so clean
My bitches mad my
Oh, Bobby, why do you treat me so bad?
You know I love you
But why do some it wasn't me?
But why do some in front of me?
Oh, baby, baby, you was
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