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Money on my mind Always on my grind Bitches think I'm fine Fadals love to shine Skit in ur bitch eyes and make her blind |
If the night could turn to day allot of people will run away |
I need me a room for renting for real |
You're my ride or die chick/ you're the only one for me.... (Intro) Yeah it's the king coming back at you one time for you. You know I need a ride or die chick.Somebody that's going to be there man when times get rough you know what I'm saying? When a nigga get that time, she got a nigga mind up. Sending a nigga kites and commercery. Hold your head baby girl. I appreciate it. Keep it real. Keep it tight. (Chorus) You're my ride or die chick, you're the only one for me/ for me... You're my down ass shorty, you're my all, you're my everything/ baby you're my everything/ everything... When you ain't ever had nothing you seem to love stunting/ give me time baby girl we could be something/ getting tired of these hoes coming around here fronting/ buying tricks little shit cause they be out there bumming/ every since I met you, I ain't ever seen you clubbin'/ you're the one I can call when I need some loving/ bringing you royal jewels when you didn't even really want them/ but the Queen in my life the only one to flaunt them/ you used to write me in the pen, so I'm bout that/ and every time I hit you off mama you holla back/ only thing changed is that that little ass done got fat/ you were doing what you could've so ain't no blame for that/ I did a bid, and lil' jazzibella got no kids/ hold me close I need to show you where my nature is/ she screaming out loud damn what them people done did/ ain't nothing wrong babe, I guess it all for better/ take you around so you can show off all your new gucci leather/ don't worry about rain, promising only sunny weather/ you tell me you might die if somehow we don't be together/ I never say never, but I feel we can last long/ this ain't the same ole' G so no this ain't the same song/ (Chorus) You're my ride or die chick you're the only one for me/ for me...You're my down ass shorty, you're my all, you're my everything/ baby you're my everything/ everything... (verse#2) They don't know about them chains/ girl I want to change/ slowly but surely I'm gone to show you everything/ little shorty sport dem rings while I sport them things/ protecting my precious, please don't make me show my fangs/ she's been with me from the start/ know she got my heart/ soon we'll be building, as long as you doing your part/ my nefertiti in the light, and my freak when its dark/ I started to trust you the day that we walked through the park/ tell you how I feel girl, and my real dreams/ it's still too early; you still might be bout my cream/ I need to admit you real and put you on my team/ but things this good ma can't be all what it seems/ as I come nearer I see the future that it brings/ every so often my fingers touch in between/ rubbing you softly making you feel supreme/ lil one I'm sure you know what this means/ (Chorus) You're my ride or die chick you're the only one for me/ for me...You're my down ass shorty, you're my all, you're my everything/ baby you're my everything/ everything... (bridge) You see beauty is her name/ she ain't about the games/ she know exactly what is real from what she feel is lame/ I'll be a moth to her flame/ and it's a damn shame/ how she could turn a sure enough nigga into a grown man/ (repeat) (Chorus) You're my ride or die chick you're the only one for me/ for me...You're my down ass shorty, you're my all, you're my everything/ baby you're my everything/ everything... You're my ride or die chick you're the only one for me/ for me...You're my down ass shorty, you're my all, you're my everything/ baby you're my everything/ everything... |
U thinking about guetting married they thinking how to get Tru ur pocket ![]() |
Satisfaction |
Escalade limousine
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How do you say what's never said? Beautiful black woman, I bet that bitch look better red Limping off tour, 'cause I made more off my second leg Motherfuckin' Birdman Junior, 11th Grade Ball on automatic start I can hand it to Drake or do a quarterback draw Wildcat offense, check the paw prints We in the building, you niggas in apartments Uh, now come on be my blood donor Flow so nice you ain't gotta put a rug on her Do it big and let the small fall under that Damn where you stumbled at? From where they make Gumbo at Kane got the fucking beat jumping like a jumping jack And you know me, I get on this bitch and have a heart attack Hip-Hop, I'm the heart of that Nigga, nothing short of that President Carter, Young Money Democrat |
Ewo awon boys yi. Kamikaze on a Ketto level. Yahooze! E jami si jo! |
Cadillac Escalade Sport Platinum 2023
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Gimme the keys to Shyne Po handcuffs Gimme the keys to Lil' Kim handcuffs Gimme the keys to C-Murder handcuffs So I could tighten 'em and let the cell slam shut Gangsta rapper, it's time to man up 'Fore I tighten your handcuffs Cause they all make songs about killing eachother When I bring 'em in for questioning they all squeal on eachother You stick a needle deep in your skin and carve it wit ink You call it tattoo, I call it the mark of the beast We identify criminals who rob on the streets By scars or tattoos don't you bother to think? They blame me for Biggie murder, but the case died out So now that's for me to know and for you to find out I got the industry on lock and key Who am I? I'm the hip-hop police |
Boogers in the chain, yeah, it's snot (mm-mm) I spend real estate funds on a watch (mm-mm) I'm on G Block, pussy, where it's hot (mm-mm) Nigga jumped inside my car, and he got popped (mm-mm) Don't be playin', all that teasin' got me rock (mm-mm) Girl, you're movin' way more wocky than my Wock' (mm-mm) I wear Nikе Tech 'cause I don't like to shop (mm-mm) Got her titties done, now, she don't wear no bra (mm-mm) Turn your phone off when you get inside my car (mm-mm) Have some etiquette, lil' bitch, you with a star (mm-mm) Head so good, she could eat ice cream with a straw (mm-mm) I'm too fertile to be goin' in you raw (mm-mm) When we're fuckin', we get stuck 'cause I'm a dog (mm-mm) If your ex call one more time, I'm gettin' him robbed (mm-mm) I write raps and give out smoke like it's my job (mm-mm) All these hoes past burned, they damn near charred (mm-mm) |
South side, Baton Rouge With a trap house in the N.O I whip down, they whipped up I whipped out the extendo Got seven hoes, who’re bimbos Might play shorts with Timbos Got a thick sum’, she’s a dime piece We’re on round six, she’s a nympho Hear anything ‘bout a 100 Gang I’m ‘a cash in from a flip phone My nuts hang, get in the lane Like a touchdown, no end zone Pushing me, no Pusha T Jump out the window with Clips on Fits on, kicks on Check Instagram, yo’ bitch gone |
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trump is a knuckle head |
Careente7:Ur flow wack I keep a long gat Open ur bitch mouth nd tell her take all that |
U a foolish loc |
Folee guy |
Fuk that nigga weezy he be tryna hit me with the slime and shit young thug lmfao |
I really does it ![]()
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Get my people out them chains nigga I mean handcuffs, time to man up Put my hands up? Bleep you sayin' bruh 'Cause I'm a black man, in a Phantom Or is it 'cause my windows tinted? Car cost three hundred thou' and I blow Indo in it You mad 'cause your daughter Bleep with me on spring break Well, I'ma Bleep her 'til the springs break Yeah, roll another one 'cause I'm winning In my four-door looking real photogenic Gentleman attire, in threads that won't expire I'm in a class of my own, my teacher got fired Money getting long, pussy rate keep rising Versace outfit cost me three thousand From the P houses, did it from the wee hours Selling that chicken no lemon pepper, no sweet and sour First you get the power, then you get respect I'm getting so much money I can buy ya bitch Take it how you wanna, if you wanna take it I like clubs where all the women working naked Fell in love with a waitress what the Bleep I'm thinking Bought that hoe a ring, it was for her pinky Uh, that's pimpin' that's slick Got a bottle of cologne that cost more than your rent Bleep y'all mad at me for Got a black card, and a black Phantom With a white bitch in Idaho, I do the same thing in (Montana) Got a thick bitch in Atlanta, got a redbone in the Chi Got two chains, they two-tone, two hundred racks, no lie (true) |
Gyal wine up your body and wine to di top Turn around turn around fi a backshot Pose pon d cocoky like it's a drop top Make me use me blackberry take a snapshot Cause ah dat ah sum wen dutty match start Your tight pussy plus fi me fat cock (eqaul) Pussy open wen cocky knock knock Browning say she never see a body dat black Girl, so u skin out so me ah go push it inna Cock it up pon d dresser let me push it inna Mash it down pon d ground let me push it inna Gyal your pussy never dutty gyal your pussy clean up So u skin out so me ah go push it inna U ever Bleep inna d club mke me push it inna If ah me body u love mke me push it inna Gyal your pussy never dutty gyal your pussy clean |
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