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You wanna know just I'm at let me tell you 'bout it I put my on the map But let me you 'bout it tryna say I can't come back Ay let me you 'bout it Man fuck them nigga I come Ay let me tell you it I tell you 'bout it Hands up, run outside and he say he got a gun Niggas like "man that's everybody say" Go and pop the and everybody dead Everybody scared of the Aware the nigga is better All my bitches the of the litter Never Niggas is faker than Me I never hate, get cake like Anna Mae, Eat the cake bitch, eat the damn Fuck good nigga we demand Order Dominoes and she take off all her Nigga you know how it goes, the pizza man wait The best secret hoes try and keep it and I leak the damn tape Rest in peace any want beef secret service couldn't keep the man safe
I to the window, to the wall My ride when I call Got bitches all in my nigga blocking my shine I know the reason you the way I know just who you be So everyday I thank the man I ain't you and you ain't me
Get off my dick, (Get the off my dick) Get off my dick, (Get the fuck off my nigga) Get off my dick, bitch, (Get the off my dick) Get off my dick,
Man fuck them niggas I home and I don't tell nobody gettin' temporary dough and I don't tell nobody Lord will you tell me if I changed, I tell nobody I wanna go back to Jermaine, and I won't tell This is the part the thugs skip Young nigga never had You know, foot massage, rub shit Blowing in the bathtub shit is until I met you Together we watch years go by Seen a river of tears go by Got me thinkin' bout kids, still I them hoes come through (The up) Get to know and you learn a lot about 'em we long for you, start to doubt 'em Tell yourself you better off 'em Then in time you find can't walk without 'em Can't talk without 'em, breath without 'em Came here together, you can't without 'em So you walk back in, make a about 'em On your Amerie just 1 thing about 'em called love Niggas don't sing about it no Don't nobody about it no more No more, no called love Niggas sing about it no more Don't nobody sing about it no (Nigga I sing about this shit no more) But a nigga in the club singing
To the window, to the My nigga when I call Got bitches all in my nigga blocking my shine I the reason you feel the way I just who you wan' be So everyday I the man upstairs That I you and you ain't me
Get off my But ain't a nigga in the club Singing song yeah Got all the bitches in the singing Singing this yeah And all they mamas let kids sing it Sing song yeah The mamas and the mistresses this song yeah Song yeah, song yeah
The up This is retarded Why every rich black nigga be famous Why broke black nigga gotta be brainless That's a Driven by some people up in Heights a scenario Young Cole pockets is fat little Terrio Dreamville, us a year we'll be on every show Yeah fuck nigga I'm sure the rest I'm the best nigga out When I'm back I'm the best in the South When I'm in LA I'm the in the West You can test, you can test, stretch niggas out Ooh stretch niggas out That go for all y'all if I left out This shit for on my testicle Please make you put the rest in your mouth, ho