Wysg '93

What's your sign girl? I'm lookin at your thighs girl You tryina be my girl? Well keep tryin girl Unless you a bad bitch Maybe then I'm cool wit it cool it I'mma act a fool with it Girl I don't care who hit it, who hit it Before me, I know that you adore me You came here to get high Luckily I got more tree, more tree I spit floetry, real niggas call raps The fragrance of my cadence Have you layin down on you back like that I know you work late You stayin up late But you got up early Bitch you gotta get yo hair straight Started fuckin cause yo head straight Stopped cause the bed makes Too much noise, baby got a roommate Call a nigga when you finish wit the food date (hold up) Tell a nigga drop you at my place 4 digit code for the front gate 5 digit number call cause the sex great 6 digit bank account got you in the first place (hold up) The homie got a function You know the shit is jumpin Black girls actin like white bitches, it's nothin I'm at the liquor bank What you think girl grey goose straight You made it through eliminidate Now it's bout to be a room raid (hold up) You said you live on century Well I'm kicking on slauson She said "just take the 105" Bitch I don't drive that shit often What's your sign girl I'm looking at your thighs girl You tryna be my girl? Well keep tryin girl Unless you a bad bitch Maybe then I'm cool with it cool it I'mma act a fool with it Girl I don't care who hit it, who hit it We kick it like 4 feet Watching Kobe with the floor seats Killed it you need more sheets Only know I left cause the door squeaks I love you alone girl But do you got a home girl? Excuse me, I'm in the zone girl But, you got pictures in yo phone girl I know you seen her naked What y'all was both faded, faded You still ain't talked about it But you wished that u taped it, taped it You wish you was taken I wish you quit playing Don't bullshit a real nigga Draped down in hilfiger What's your sign girl I'm lookin at your thighs girl You tryna be my girl? Well keep tryin girl Unless you a bad bitch Maybe then I'm cool wit it cool it I'mma act a fool with it Girl I don't care who hit it, who hit it Before me, I know that u adore me You came here to get high Luckily I got more tree, more tree I spit floetry, real niggas call raps The fragrance of my cadence Have you layin down on you back like that