Lyrics:
tawdry seedy
From in da hood with Keisha to broads named Phoebe
In the burbs you herbs can't possibly see me
Now ladies lick ya lips my Gz let ya hats cock
seen nothin'
Ya girl is persistent, she ain't stoppin'
Man she say she want a (Hood nigga)
I keep the purp by the pound
The trap stay bunkin',
ain't with the fuck around, baby, I don't fuck around
.50 Cal hit his brow, I let off a couple rounds
Look at me now like Chris Brown, sold-out shows,
ya know, good always overcomes evil, man, you know
And to all real guys out here, man, that's handlin' ya business
All my brothers, brown, black,
right now (right now)
(right now right now)
And u ain't gotta tell me
How ya like it girl
The man with "The Brown Leather Jacket"
The man with "The
Only reason that I keep a mic
Only reason I answer the phone when that bitch call me up cause her head is so nice
I feel like Chris Brown how you hating
"Come on, make, make the people move!"
I go to the balls and then ring the bell
Because I am the man with the clientele
And if ya ask me why I rock
be falling for no ho
Tryna make it on The Hills, I ain't got nowhere to go
Said I was born in Georgia, on the corner
By the U-G-L-Y corner
man, I ain't tryna stop ya
[Chorus: ]
(Shine), from my head down to my shoes
(Shine), skiiiiirtin' on twenty-two's
(Shine), check my baby mama
man, I ain't tryna stop ya
[Chorus: ]
(Shine), from my head down to my shoes
(Shine), skiiiiirtin' on twenty-two's
(Shine), check my baby mama
lost it all
She tried to put her hands on me
Then I said Siri play Chris brown
I told her baby you like Rihanna
You bad but please put your hands down
she love it
I'm a young, groovy lil' nigga, she call me McLovin
Yeah, I feel like Chris Brown, baby, let me see you run it
I just be out the way, so
Life)
Man, all I'm trying to do is just drive my car
Turn my beats up and rhyme these bars
But even when I abide by laws
You run my plates just to find my
perverse
Ain't overstandin us nigga
My life ain't rehearsed
Ain't no rewind button like DVD
They never show the real neighborhood on TV
(TV)
Ours ain't
Chance the Rapper (mm-mm), too irrelevant
I replaced his line with, man, "My chain lookin' Heaven-sent"
Next line, next line, 'cause mama always told me
what's your name
Said "I go by the name of Lois Lane"
And you could be my boyfriend you surely can
Just let me quit my boyfriend called Superman
I said
up, you should call me Chris Brown
He was dissing on my cuddy till we caught him by the bounds
Caught a plug, tap in, so we get it by the pounds
Try
[Chorus]
I ain’t with the drama
Ain’t with the llamas
Not into having mad baby mamas
A nigga just wanna lay here right beside ya
(Uh yeah yeah, right
bend-a
Ova then I cutter like a sword from a ninja
I been stroking, I aint, in the back of the phantom,
legs up, doors open- mayne
Similar to Chris Brown
And if ya tape ain't jammin it's not gone sell
[Lil' Flip]
Down south it's rolex and cardiere
We don't go to clubs unless they got a party there
[Redd]
rapture
I figured, perhaps ya, a say it slam
For my mellow my man
The way we do it like this
That, for my mellow my man
It's like that for my
ain't seen nothin'
Ya gurl is persistent, she ain't stoppin'
Man she say she want a hood nigga
I keep the purp by the pound
The trunk stay bumpin,
Intro: Method Man
One time...
Huhh, all up in ya like a bone when I...
Johnny Blaze, the Iron Lung
Foxy Brown, the Ill Na Na (yeah, c'mon, yeah,
to the D Boys (drug dealas)
Neighborhood dope man
I mean real niggas
Thata make a dolla out a fifteen cents
Ain't got a dime, but I rides
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