Lyrics

No master She want me to fuck her fat ass How can I trust her? Yeah Bless you, pastor No massa, pastors (Key, what's poppin'?) Mmm He talkin' nonsense Nigga Lost his conscience (conscience) Yeah, don' ride 'bout it If you ain't 'bout to die 'Bout it (yeah, yeah) That fake gangsta shit Yeah, nigga, we dyin' 'Bout it (dyin' 'bout it) Get your pussy-ass popped Now everybody's cryin' 'Bout it (cryin' 'bout it, yeah) Red watch, bitch I'm on that demon time (I'm on that demon time) Waitin' in the dark with that glizzy I'ma scream "Surprise" (surprise) His ass shakin' Pussy-nigga tried to turn on all the lights (all the lights) Today wasn't his day but tonight is his night (yeah, yeah) Beat the fuck up out a nigga Embarrass his whole life (his whole life) He got tricked up out his money For callin' these hoes wives (callin' these hoes wives) Street sweeper We gon' clean 'em Just like Old Spice (pssh) The pie was big enough But them boys ain't wanna cut me no slice (no slice) You too aggressive with the dick Baby, be nice (be nice) I saved some hoes from high school I know they still like me (they still like me) Fuck 'em niggas from high school I wanna still fight 'em (I still do) Niggas from back then Got a lot to say They probably still typin' (they probably still typin') Yeah, stop askin' (askin') I don't know (I don't know) Yeah, stop askin' (me) I can't help no more (help no more) Yeah, stop askin' me I can't hurt my soul (hurt my soul) Yeah, stop askin' me I can't do no more favors (do no more) Favors, favors, favors, favors, favors (ayy) I can't do no more favors Favors, favors, favors, favors, favors I can't do no more If you ain't 'bout to slide, nigga Be quiet We turned they block with Pounds by the .35 Bitch must think he got two lives You can't get revived Ain't need designer to pull her I had on Levi's (yeah) Yeah, bitch, we the coldest Militant movement like soldiers Bitch, I told ya We the wrongs ones Now it's over Fuck nigga He can't even think straight He leave on the one-way He don't think about his teammates (yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah) Choppa burn a nigga up His ass get cremated (cremated) He got shot all in in his shit (Key, what's poppin'?) I wanna replay it (replay it) Yeah, stop askin' (askin') I don't know (I don't know) Yeah, stop askin' (me) I can't help no more (help no more) Yeah, stop askin' me I can't hurt my soul (hurt my soul) Yeah, stop askin' me I can't do no more favors (do no more) Favors, favors, favors, favors, favors (ayy) I can't do no more favors Favors, favors, favors, favors, favors I can't do no more
Writer(s): Saaheem Valdery Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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