Yeah nigga your girl know him Bay Area bully, whole mouth frozen Still got the big 4-4 on him Tatted like a death row inmate: no grin Young Ya Boy, hotter than the oven 'cause racket like the U.S. Open I get mo' money, mo' dough, mo' yin Mo' chedder, mo' scribble, mo' scratch, mo' ins Holla at your boy when I'm in your city (bitch) I'm a bad boy, I don't know P-Diddy Young feel mo' slim, Fresco City When I leave the club All the ho's come with me Patrone on the rocks blowin' quartz in the air Got your girl on my cock Baby boy I'm a player Got the toast in the spot You don't wanna get popped So hood, so block, so drunk I got Ho's on my cock and patron on the rocks (I got) We bottle poppin' You cock blockin' I'm on my gorilla's, oh shit Hood nigga, half a mil on my neck And I wish you would nigga I don't wanna do a song with you I'm good nigga I ain't at the bar 'cause the bar at my table Precise gang and I'm the star of the label Two chains, both hang down to my navel I don't need a record deal, look I'm stable Yeah I'm good baby girl I'm straight I've been the nigga mutherfucker you lay Step up in the spot with that Kushy smell Tryin' to get your girl to show me how that pussy feel All black congac, same old 2 step Bitch on my dick and she still ain't moved yet Still get it hot, baby girl we can rock Maybe the watch is the reason why I got Ho's on my cock and patron on the rocks (I got) Thanks to Anteo for these lyrics
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Yeah nigga your girl know him Bay Area bully, whole mouth frozen Still got the big 4-4 on him Tatted like a death row inmate: no grin Young Ya Boy, hotter than the oven 'cause racket like the U.S. Open I get mo' money, mo' dough, mo' yin Mo' chedder, mo' scribble, mo' scratch, mo' ins Holla at your boy when I'm in your city (bitch) I'm a bad boy, I don't know P-Diddy Young feel mo' slim, Fresco City When I leave the club All the ho's come with me Patrone on the rocks blowin' quartz in the air Got your girl on my cock Baby boy I'm a player Got the toast in the spot You don't wanna get popped So hood, so block, so drunk I got Ho's on my cock and patron on the rocks (I got) We bottle poppin' You cock blockin' I'm on my gorilla's, oh shit Hood nigga, half a mil on my neck And I wish you would nigga I don't wanna do a song with you I'm good nigga I ain't at the bar 'cause the bar at my table Precise gang and I'm the star of the label Two chains, both hang down to my navel I don't need a record deal, look I'm stable Yeah I'm good baby girl I'm straight I've been the nigga mutherfucker you lay Step up in the spot with that Kushy smell Tryin' to get your girl to show me how that pussy feel All black congac, same old 2 step Bitch on my dick and she still ain't moved yet Still get it hot, baby girl we can rock Maybe the watch is the reason why I got Ho's on my cock and patron on the rocks (I got) Thanks to Anteo for these lyrics
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