Lyrics:
Head deep, in the peach, like James house
I swear, she was really bout to wild out
Bitch was on the shit that killed Amy Winehouse
Two thirty-eight when
x3)
Shawdy lookin nice In them heals
Full snack she a meal
You already know the deal
See I’m going in for the kill
Brown eyes and. Some. Nice lips
drop
Girl, ain't no bitch nigga, no rich nigga, no snitch nigga
Yo' bitch choosin' on a real nigga, let her chill nigga
That's real, 'cause I'm so
you
But I can't find the words
I wish that you could know how I
Really felt all of this time
But no matter what I do
You can't see the signs
He was
second, I can't get nothin' done
Only concern is the next time I'm gon' get me some
Know I should stay away from, 'cause it's no good for me
I try
Bangers after bangers
You ain't even heard the best of me
No
You ain't even heard the best
When I was up in OT
Weren't no vv's on my neck
I had pebbles by
live in a town made by movie stars and educated hearts
Might sound like Amy Winehouse singing in your car
Do you wanna play that part?
Wear a dress
hunger starved
Let's try again with some younger stars
Maybe Amy Winehouse
The late British soul diva
But she isn't dead yet!
That gives me an idea
DJ AM
think I'm drunk
But I'm just being blunt
You know we don't play no stunts (straight up)
I really never mean to front
I know you probably feel I'm
But when you hear my rhyme, it's convincible
I don't take no shorts while I'm constructin the ground
That makes y'all move
Around to my hell of a sound
imma bring dem hoes in the back
and you know im the hottest nigga around
so when i get them up to my room i got dem pounding me down
Lets Get It...
for you but I can’t wait
The word out on the street is
(I’m so dope)
No need to hit the gym
(Damn I’m so dope)
I’m feeling VIP
(I’m so dope)
but she’s
your, hairs fuck up
Cause I'm pullin' it like this
Your man's fucked up, he don't do you like this
Feels so good that a nigga might kiss
If you ask
No pass you'll never move past me
You only movin slow you ain't fastly
cnd when i'm on the road I keep a fat sweet
Forget everything you know and try
out? Ay buddy I'm good
What that tell ya? I'm good, what they tell ya? I'm good
What she tell ya? I'm good, what you see?
Four hundred dollar jeans
Bitch I don't play for no Mavericks
You need to think who gon' pay for your casket
Ignorant bastard
But I'm still conscious enough to give hope
Choose a four wheel cruiser take it from me baby girl you're hanging with a looser
Your man's no good come on even you know
Leaving you at home alone
ohohoh yea ohohoh yea
(konvict) I'm a have you sayin (huh) (ohoh)
You gone be sayin (hey shawty)
I know what cha like
I'm a have you sayin (huh) (ohoh)
You
(straight up)
Match the M's in my account to the truck in my driveway (skrrt, skrrt)
I'm in that four-door by myself
Know it's a hundred more niggas
the city and you know who the squad be
Flipmode, bitch, look see ain't nothin' changed
Now I'm back with the remix with the Queens of the game (Turn it
important
You'll all see when I get Nuardwar to report me
And shortly I'll be back to work because I'm playing for sport
And I know that everyone will love it
get it right, 'cause it's easy, I'm poppin' (Easy)
You know I'm stone cold like I'm Austin (Uh-huh!), I'm doin' the magic, they all on my Johnson
[Soulja Boy]
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em, This the remix
V.I.C. You already know what it is man
It's ya folk Soulja Boy Tell 'Em
Checkin' in everything
just doin' it my way cuz I don't (care what you people say)
Verse 2
Sway:
I'm back wit' the sequel, the remix is lethal
I spit so many bars I can
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