Bad
bitch up Mania
Baby
time tilly
Maybe
Johnsonhold Olathe
She's reading over the line
She's reading the flow
And you just don't care
Because you got Wally Law
Do you want to know how I did it?
Because I have ears with the new bookshelves
Oh *
Elizabeth's bookmember
Because I'm a T-Bone
She's stacking a * bed
You get too lazy when you see a chick over the line
You don't get a *,
it's just what you're doing wrong
Never is so good,
she never comes home to you No,
but she stays at her nigga
Never is so good,
she never comes home to you No,
but she stays at her nigga
Everything I do,
everything I do It's so much,
it's so much
She's reading over the line She's reading the line
* over the line
Okay,
she's talking about a gigahouse Two brothers,
house animals
With ice cream,
stabby,
licka,
chilly So fine with good smoke
She's good with quality,
so she doesn't go down on equipment
But unless it's new, she's down and positive
She's coming, so she can get more
She knows she fucks with the corner She says,
skins,
skins,
skins,
can we get more?
* yeah,
do it until we can't go any further
I bang the ladies so the neighbor can bang
Because I make slaters,
but never in their thoughts
I get so many clothes,
but never in their pockets
Sitting up in the bar,
chilling with the niggas Trying to get a toast,
it's what I drink
She says she feels out of line,
that the slaves are good,
it reminds her And presents me to a friend
Everything I do,
everything I do It's so much,
it's so much
She's reading the line She's reading the line
When the poor come to harm,
if they do the things you do
Up on the table or down on the ground,
the things you do
The poor come to harm,
if they do the things you do
Up on the table or down on the ground,
I've never seen that before
Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay
Most of the guys here are wetter than a crème brûlée
It's unsocial,
it's right,
your girlfriend looks like plastic
U-dolla-times,
you're pussy-pissin' like Gordon Ramsay
Shawty,
she's crazy,
she's setting the people on fire
And I give a * if she's a Chilean,
because I had that in the 90s
Tell me, Shawty, will you be my dame?
Throw it up on Instagram
Money lumps my pockets,
so I'm sure I'll have an MC here
Standing up in the bar, and I'm so confident
You can't speak in things I drink
And she's looking at my arm,
where the diamonds are
Smile to my kicker,
put my leg in my pocket,
tell the shawty come on,
we're stuck at the loo
Ain't got nothin' left,
ain't got nothin' left Ain't got somethin' left,
ain't got nothin' left
No,
I ain't got nothin' left,
I don't know what I'm fuckin' no slimes
The whole world hates me, yeah,
I hate slimes
I'm sick,
I'm sick of slimes,
I'm dying to get * slimes
I'm a slime,
I'm a slime,
yeah I'm sick of slimes,
I'm dying to get * slimes