I ain't seein' her I'm tryin' to find a freak for me and her But I got to strap up, Shorty got a 1000 miles on her Fuck around and have me peeing puss
a half stack And you can keep the cars Leave me the garage And all I... Yes all I need are keys and garage And guess what, in 30 seconds I'm leaving to
I'ma stick it out till the end But you can dip out anytime whenever I can call a car I ain't tryna stress ya I'm looking for the one with the glass slipper
to this paper I'm a couple bands down and I'm tryna get back I gave Doug a grip, I lost a flip for five stacks Yeah, I'm talking five comma six zeroes
it out till the end. Chris Brown: But you can dip out anytime whenever I can call a car I aint tryin to stress ya I'm lookin for the one with the glass
Nothing can ever compare An image to my memory Girl I'm asking could you be my queen? A vision on a magazine That's when I'll be there It's something
by picture mails I hit you back with somethin' cool, make you feel me like some braille I'm on my humble hustle Tryin' to stack a gang of Ruffles So me
Na) [x4] Out With The Old Girl In With The New Tastes So Good, Lemme Get Me A Spoon 31 Flavors, I'm Pimpin' Withchu And Girl I Got The Munchies, So I'm
where this real turn off I'm smashing off a side show, but money must come first This ain't no overnight choice, I'm been a hustler since birth They
I ain't even heard a ya Come around me again and I'm a murder ya I need some loot So watch how I attack yo town A bitch who wanna hold me, I'll track
A Spoon 31 Flavors, I'm Pimpin' Withchu And Girl I Got The Munchies, So I'm Stickin' Withchu Cinnamin Spice Up In My Life, Maybe One Day You Can Be My Wife [x2] I
I'm choken dudes up out hte room wit my weed hand in the sky.I'm stayin blowed on octamodes and i'm leanin half da time.I'm stayin high and i hustle fool
to me Said I'm living in a dream, and it isn't what it seems Once wanted fame, now I wish it wasn't me You know, I got a fly groove, so many time zones
hit it if you want to Hennessy and coke so got me actin' a fool I'm on a 1-10, baby take a trip with me I get you to the gus and you can strip for me
I got a whole outfit And a new fitted cap that I ain't wore out yet (Check, check, check) And I'm beamin' Yeah, and I seen it, like a twenty-seven inch
I'm a make some dollas But I ain't in the streets so I gotta slang beats Then I sold my first beat got a couple stacks And just like a nigga man I spent
made a competition out of rap So constantly they comparin' me to 3 Stacks (Andre 3000) I try to grow freely but they hold me to my past Sayin' the music that I'm
I'm more G Big boss of the south (yea!) Got more diamonds Got more wips Do more shinnin Stack More chicks I'm jus ridin straight profiling Yea I'm smiling
