hot We'll melt your Popsicle Oooooh oh oooooh California girls We're undeniable Fine, fresh, fierce We got it on lock Westcoast represent Now put your hands
what's up? You know my steelo Got love with the illest of blacks and amigos Your jealousy is outta hand, I can't fuck wit'cha And all your so-called
gunshots till after the slugs hit me I grabbed for my chest and my neck Hopin' when my head hit the ground my skull busted open You used to ask for my
so you could look fly Broke out from your crib rushin' to get here Tripped ans stumbled almost broke your neck comin' down the stairs Jumped into your
, I'd love to open your chest up I've got no concept of life or death Placin' my hands on your neck All I want is your last breath Give me a motherfuckin
can still see my fuckin' boys' body jerkin' I ran over to him, put my hand on his chest Hole like an apple in the side of his neck His eyes glanced up
When I roll through. Bag your hold crew We can menage a trois it up While your girl licking my butt Rubbing my gut playing with my nuts. Love your shape
mixed with fear in your eyes You said you'd been worried for me all night And then you wrapped your arms So tight around my neck And then we ran to your
all my girls say yeah [Chorus] Come here baby and be my baby And be my baby oh oh oh Come here baby put your hands on my body Hands on my body oh oh
checkers grey and black up in this bitch diamonds on my neck, diamonds, diamonds on my neck bitch niggers front on me if you want, we got swimmers on the deck put your hands
, In a hoopty, hoody on, cruising the back locks You stuntin' on hungry n-ggas, go ahead get your ass shot Your neck got your chain on it Bullet got your
even on my muthafucking resume dog aye my nigga if I did take you out the game my nigga it was my mutha-fcking pleasure to move fucking move you out my
dog my n-gga get out my way n-gga let money get through here dog you understand say you n-ggas aint even on my muthaf-cking resume dog aye my n-gga if
mistreated you once I'll pour my heart out to you, let down my guard, swear to God I'll blow my brains in your lap, lay here and die in your arms Drop to my
what hard white to tame was I was hittin' the turnpike, aight with the bammers I was nice with my hands, cuss aight with them hammers I was prickin' my
m back for revenge I lost a battle that ain't happening again I'm at your throat like strep I step, strapped with a pen Metaphors wrote on my hand Someone distorted my
You want me to come over I got an excuse Might be holding your hand but I'm holding it loose Go to talk then we choke its like our necks in a noose Avoid
when you knee deep goin on wayside get up to your neck just like a great tie i finally got the windsor, like on my eighth try your shirts still soakin wet, your