i get more ass than a lawn chair
i like a bitch with some long hair
she shakin' that ass and throwin' it fast
that makin' me wanna go bone her
young nigga did some long prayer
ride around your block with a corner
i might just serve me a corner
that boy used to comb hair
i might walk through your hood just to roam there
if you reach in that glove department
give it to 'em like a donor
why beef 'bout a bitch if i really don't want her?
i check them hoes off the list like nike air
fuck her in your house and spend the night there
i know you don't like that shit right there
that's how you got that lil' black eye there
you diss them crips or the nation
send her back in my spyder
i'm the shit like a diaper
i'm comin' off the dome like a cypher
i got designer on my 'fit
heard your ex went missin'
i got her fuckin' on the clique
shoot a nigga in december
all that sneak dissin' got your folks hit
do whatever for the money
thousand dollars for a front row ticket
it's all fun until your dough come missing
'fore your fuckin' folks come missin'
say you killer but your mojo missin'
you ain't gettin' no money
i'll tell you 'bout these slow ass niggas
say they a shooter but they gun ain't never on safety
we just fuck 'em on the pavement
fuckin' your bitch on the pavement
shit is litty in the city
why you put that shit in here
trapomatics made another one
why did you do that? stupid