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Growth...
by Shane Master$ '93
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Heartbreaker and a home wrecker
Young nigga with some poor manners
Dig the temp in the room now
Hot channeling the mood now
Imagine 500 degrees when you walk out the house could crack an egg on the side walk watch it cook and eat it
Heated how you feel if you was me
Something to prove since 1993
1990 naughty how I keep it
B.O.B. OutKast I bumped that album
Stank on ya hoe turn up the volume
Now I'm tapped in
I'm just tactical bout my passion that was me with the bus pass and
I ain't have now whip for my packing spot to back in
Still ain't got no back up I can call either
It was solely me not no other people
So I kept it to myself, Combat with myself
Either way I win, Looser is the world
You ain't got no dank I can roll don't call me
And don't lie kus I tell you quick it's not it
If I do got a blunt for shawty I could pass but first she gon have to come off some of that ass yeah
No I ain't picky when it come to these little bitches
Shawty put a bad taste in my mouth when I think on her
At the threesome just be sitting there acting stingy bitch you going both ways anyway eat that pussy then
The hurt it kept what kept her relevant
Took me outta character I'm back again
I never get just a little heated I be mad as fuck trying to choke her out when I hit it I be
Gone, gone so far
And, you doing so good so far
And damn, I love how you last so long
Might even have to hit the gym on ya, goddamn
At this point fell like a young Hugh Heff
Young nigga need space he can stretch his damn legs
Poor reception call failed, I ain't even call back
I am lofi that the vibe, that's that
Heartbreaker and a home wrecker
Young nigga with some poor manners
Dig the temp in the room now
Hot channeling the mood now
Imagine 500 degrees when you walk out the house could crack an egg on the side walk watch it cook and eat it
Heated how you feel if you was me
Something to prove since 1993
1990 naughty how I keep it
B.O.B. OutKast I bumped that album
Stank on ya hoe turn up the volume
Now I'm tapped in
I'm just tactical bout my passion that was me with the bus pass and
I ain't have now whip for my packing spot to back in
Still ain't got no back up I can call either
It was solely me not no other people
So I kept it to myself, Combat with myself
Either way I win, Looser is the world
You ain't got no dank I can roll don't call me
And don't lie kus I tell you quick it's not it
If I do got a blunt for shawty I could pass but first she gon have to come off some of that ass yeah
No I ain't picky when it come to these little bitches
Shawty put a bad taste in my mouth when I think on her
At the threesome just be sitting there acting stingy bitch you going both ways anyway eat that pussy then
The hurt it kept what kept her relevant
Took me outta character I'm back again
I never get just a little heated I be mad as fuck trying to choke her out when I hit it I be
Gone, gone so far
And, you doing so good so far
And damn, I love how you last so long
Might even have to hit the gym on ya, goddamn
At this point fell like a young Hugh Heff
Young nigga need space he can stretch his damn legs
Poor reception call failed, I ain't even call back
I am lofi that the vibe, that's that
