Texty

Hey, I've missed you I've been thinking about you... alot Goodness gracious man, we out here Thinking about Say word Touching you The kid came in talkin' noise like a big boy Never will I switch up no fouls or no hiccups Cambo if you throw the lob you'll get your assists up Swear to God, God said himself that we're next up So gone keep yo head up Even when you're fed up Aye, look baby mama trippin' been a week since I kissed her Shawty still trippin so I went and f her sister Yea I guess I'm that guy you say that I'm the bad guy But never try to ho though I ain't leave you with that black eye Like that nigga from Desoto I can see it all from your face like a GoPro I done seen it all like I bought whole whole box season dawg Look never sleepin' dawg I don't take the weekend off uh All these fake guys fam I can do without I done rolled snake eyes so much I've lost count Aye, the kid came in talkin' noise like a big boy Never will I switch up no fouls or no hiccups Cambo if you throw the lob u get your assists up Uh, aye, look Aye I'm the one that call the shots like I'm John Stock (That right) I'm the one that got the scoop on yo whole group (Hey) I'm the one that shoot the pistol like I'm Billy Crystal, aye (He's crazy) Aye 'm the one that call the shots like I'm John Stock (That right) I'm the one that got the scoop on yo whole group (Hey) I'm the one that shoot the pistol like I'm Billy Crystal Face it Another windy night LAX paper jet take another flight I feel my days are gettin' lonelier Can't even call my old fling she gettin' phonier I phoned her up anyway 'cause I'm down and out An hour later Jason asked me what she hollarin' 'bout But I don't kiss and tell cleanse it like the Massengill My eyes are really on the Goddess body so hot she give me cold shoulders I said "Red Rover Could you please send the Lucy from the heavens over?" How you killed the competition with no weapons on ya? Same way a look from Medusa's eye'll stone ya She don't know my real name she call me Coach Tev "Coach Tev can u rub me down with both hands?" Shit I wiped that ho down think Lil Boosie would be proud Bish now take them clothes off and get in this bed Oh Lord Jezebel all up in my head I was tempted by that flesh yea I got undressed My baby girl's home sleep and look I'm in the streets Oh shit I think I'm falling for my side piece, fuck 35 North trunk bangin' like a corpse Is probably in it but I won't confess it to the courts Crystal meth, LSD, drugs of all sorts Only way you cop it plug yo headphones in the ports And now you've been exposed baby have you wiped your nose lately? Residue is resonating cross the globe lately Kill it with the drug talk Meet me at the boardwalk 3am sharp and flash your lights when you park And kid I swear if you the Narcs I'll feed yo body to the sharks Call up UPS and send your momma body parts Look arm-leg-leg-arm Headin' toward your firearm Don't be silly keep calm I figuratively pulled your arm Now let's get to business here Why yo fella isn't here? Oh that's right the other weekend Rocko threw him off the pier You can't box with the gawd plus I run the mob Nicky Barnes in the flesh send one through yo chest I'm the one that call the shots like I'm John Stock I'm the one that got the scoop on yo whole group I'm the one that shoot the pistol like I'm Billy Crystal, sheesh (Crazy) Your warmth Grab my ass Now smack it (Smack) Smack it again (Smack) Smack it one more time (Smack)
Writer(s): Tevyn Jenkins Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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