this Christmas day My girlfriend forgot me this Christmas day, hey yeah My girlfriend forgot me she was all I wanted this this Christmas My girlfriend My girlfriend My girlfriend
my bitches, that's my riches, that's my niggas That's my yayyo, that's my scale That's my sale, that's my clientele This my block, this my rocks This
was boss hogging, in a 2000 Denali I was boss hogging, when I did that five G's show And the shit was out of state, I said my fuck my P.O. cause uh [
a new beat Hit the swisher sweet, then hit them streets to make them ends meet A statistic token My home's already broken Takin a pull of that potent To my click
Rock car shows and concerts, then bounce rock skates To H-Town to get down with the Tejanos SPM and all my Hustle Town hermanos Baby Beesh my vale clicka
, BUT Back to my story about my fall from glory, And how I levitate from the fate time put before me, They say 'Be patient', but what the fuck is patience when my
rep your hood For my G's and my thugs, my niggaz rep your hood (do what) Rep your hood (do what), rep your hood For my G's and my thugs, my niggaz rep
seamans shoes, can I make fit, your a fake bitch Keep my ice wrist, keep her tight bitch, between the trigger Keep a tight grip, infared on my shit so
in my drop top, with the top gone Balling in my zone, like a black Sharon Stone It's my basic instincts, that I get my shine on Five karat rings, do I
Back to my story about my fall from glory, And how I levitate from the fate time put before me, They say 'Be patient', but what the fuck is patience when my
[Verse 1] Uhhn! Like muthafuck all y'all Mr. Mike Tyson flow, uppercut all y'all Step into my ring bitches, ding ding bitches Click clack pow pow [Mike
my niggas That's my yayo, that's my scale, that's my sale, that's my clientele This my block, this my rocks, this my shop, this my Glock This my connection
pool, a Mustang convertible Still I didn't get enough I got everything I wanted on my list Except for one thing that I missed (Just a kiss) My girlfriend
this ethiopian queen from philly taking classes abroad she studying film and photo flash focus record said she workin on a flick and could my click do the score she said she loved my
don't mean nothing without me Ex-Girlfriends: Without her Laura: Yeah All: Number Five with a bullet Climbing up the chart Number Five with a bullet To your heart Number Five
shoes, can I make fit, your a fake bitch Keep my ice wrist, keep her tight bitch, between the trigger Keep a tight grip, infared on my shit so I don'
across from me wears housefly-hair and sunken eyes. And he just wants another quarter for five quarts of forgetting sauce. Knuckles white like embers ashen. Clicks
