What? What? What? Here come da butta baby, bringing it smooth and hot Got the staff from K B, singing this groove a lot So I got my spiral notebook, drink and a pen
Island Pokemon I got COs bringing me filet mignon But now a nigga home lookin frail in the drop (What up) With a bitch shotgun that's inhaling the cock I got rocks
that flavor [LL] Ayo Bimmy, it's a rock the, ayo Bimmy, it's, ayo Bimmy, it's a rock the Ayo Bimmy, ayo Bimmy, ayo Bimmy, it's a Rock the Bells, Def
Socrates' philosophies an' hypothesis Can't define how I be droppin' these mockeries Lyrically, perform armed robbery Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me Battle-scarred shogun, explosion when my pen
got C.O.'s bringin me Filet Mingon But now a nigga home looking frail in a drop With a bitch shotgun that's inhaling the cock I got rocks on my neck the
dat'z stackin' endz say Maan!! All my ballaz in tha pen' say Maan!! Where ya'll at in S.A. say Maan!! California all day say Maan!! Crooklyn Queens let
row boat. 1957 Chevy Bel Air. Interior velvet especially. Bloody probably. Stereo: Buddy Holly, Elvis Presley. Black Flame Trilogy. Quadruple louder bass. Battle sites. Little Rock
package go for? My spectacles, like a festival, it?s majestic, special guest for you Ready to party hard the party?s in yards to the mardy graud Rap say on?s, please give you a body massage Rock
can put me in the squad car and lock me away Give me a odd job in the pen for minimum pay Let me out so I can drive down criminal way Pushing the rock
put me in the SWAT car and lock me away Give me a odd job in the pen for minimum pay Let me out so I can drive down criminal way Pushing the rock, nah
e a queen, you deserve the cream Everything that gleamed, everything that shines Everything that? mine Repeat 1 Repeat 1 Check it out, uh, uh Dear nephews, I? writing' this with no pen
: Here come the butter baby Bringing it smooth and hot Got the staff from K-B Singing this groove a lot So I got my spiral notebook Drink and pen
flat, bitch Shugah Shorty, why you backin' up? Got a nigga out here iggy actin' up Who that big flat piece of chocolate Sparkin' it, rockin' it, uhh, uhh, uhh, rockin
and high prophecies can't define it how I be droppin these mockeries, lyrically, perform armed robbery Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me Battle-scarred shogun, explosion when my pen
so what's next, I rose From the bottom to the top, Third Coast won't stop Southsive for live, when trunks knocking tops drop And the G's body rock, I
queen, you deserve the cream Everything that gleamed, everything that shines Everything that?s mine Repeat 1 Repeat 1 Check it out, uh, uh Dear nephews, I?m writing' this with no pen
(feat. Chrisette Michele) Yeah, Scott Storch [The Game] Yo I'm hoping out a Phantom with a' iced out medallion Stallions on both arms, rocks on both