Lyrics:
dawgs solid like cement
Your dawgs fuck with you pretend
They would take not lend a hand
Aye man yea I know how you felt
You lend all these helping hands
I told him that we running, we ahead, you behind us
Duck your head, you see lit, want that nine bucks
Overtax and tryna sell shit, they want like
aroused by the cash
(Yessir)
In all honesty I think I'm a guapsexual
(Okay) yeah
Bitch, I'm a guapsexual
Stretchin' out money like yoga, it's flexible
You
repent or you die
One day Jesus Christ gonna come through that sky
So make your soul right and you not caught by surprise
Let God be true and every man be
first
Catch a vibe, get you high
OT but I'll pull up late night
Want you by my side
Getting kinda late
How we losing track of time
401 Exit Westney Road
bitch she to boring
Hot box in the back of the foreign
Floating on the track nigga I'm soring
Act pints yea the lean I be pouring
Denim by Lee you can
I met her in a club down in old Soho
Where you drink champagne and it tastes just like Coca-Cola
C-O-L-A, cola
She walked up to me and she asked
spanish]
Que no se haga loco.
No disrespect, but yo woman's the one you need to check.
And that's fo sho.
See, ho problems ain't no problems.
Don't hate
a big body
Not a range
Skrrt off in the distance
She using her fangs
Damn
Hold up
Bring right back
I'ma hit you back
She said she really like that
Click
like a woman of love in her due
she hung her hands into another grief
for a man she never new
Carsmile Smith, he's the old one
Don't you know,
satisfy me
(piano solo by Black Bob)
If you wanna somethin', smell like fish
Down in the alley you can find that dish
So take me down in the alley
So take
her by the shoulders
Put the pole up in her like a dog yeah
Woman after woman I don't give a fuck
I think I wanna fuck em all yeah
Another notch up
topped
I don't do no back and forth with these lil bitches get blocked
And they be like Frida you so little keep a big knot
And you know that little booty
long to sleep forever dreaming of only you
I'm lost
How many nights like this can I go through
(Marian enters laura jumps her
Nerves are on edge)
Oh
Double R
It's been so long
Got 'em all thinking like "what's the hold up girl?"
Got it on your own
Said you've been looking but you're in no rush
the island. Wepa
If you got bills that tryna test ya
But you whip a Civic like you in a Tesla
How many fake bitches gotta test ya?
How many fake bitches gotta
deep
Captivated by your words every time you speak
Like damn, Weathering with You
Swear you brighten up my mood
You my Sailor Moon, you my perfect view,
okay now
I know I'm not what you want me to be
I stack it like tommy the lee
I'm killing it comically
I pull it like bop it she wanna touch on my profit
blunt
Feel free in my room you can be a cunt
Whatever you like, I should be your T.i
While I'm giving you Tips to the game don't deny
You can have PhDs
hating
Trying to wash us away like we not on the map
Wait, have you heard the latest
They saying that you gotta have paper
If you tryna come back
Niggas
you be trying
To pretend like your fine
Push me
I got some needs you bring me down
But I am right back now
Hit me up
Just like bruce lee
I got no time
even three
Maybe even five gsp
Will get fucked up by mr bones jones
But bones jones would lose mr silva
But they would all get fucked up by bruce lee
But
comes my nut, I want you to put in your mouth
Like it when you lick it, love it when I hit
Show me what you want
Make that face when I split it
The sound
These bum crews runnin' around ravin' with they one twos
So act like you want it with that babble you call rap dukes
I brings it to your grill while
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