[Intro]:
n***as telling me to get back to my roots
f** that
Man all these b**hes down
Yeah, all these b**hes down
Yeah, all these b**hes down
Yeah, all these b**hes down
Yeah
[Verse 1]:
Trying to get them to the crib now
But they fat friend said nah
(Come on!)
Now I'm walking to the car now
Stumbling out f**ing bar now
(Come on!)
Now I'm trying to get her number
Trying to get her under covers
(Come on!)
No I ain't trying to wife
So I always wear a rubber
(Come on!)
I'm getting impatient watching these hoes get naked
I'm making a big mistake and
My heart is already taken
By a woman who ain't famous
For shaking for Uncle Amos
And she sure know how to taste it
But these new b**hes can take it
No time for this delegating
Oh no no no don't you waste it
We f**ing wasted, so face it
Just take this cum like I just maced it
Girl just face it please just face it
Me and T, Diddy and Ma$e and
We really don't give a f** about what all these critics saying
My n***a
I started November now look at this sh**
King of the Underground sewers and sh**
Made a believer out you in this b**h
My minions attack I am Gru in this b**h
Got my weight up I done grew in this b**h
No recognition was givin to kid
So I just reached up and I'm grabbing that b**h
[Professor Hinzen]
You know, there comes a time
Where, you need to realize
You can't have it all Johnny
You're just going to have to share
This Junebug fellow, he's really about his paper
[Verse 2]:
I bring her back to the crib
I show her how I live
I show her to the room
That is where we sin
That is where I lay
That is where I stay
Reside like a demon
That p**y's going to pay
She taking off her clothes
And I'm like oh no
The f** are we headed
Where the f** we gon' go
We headed to the top
b**h you better not stop
While you cum so deep, got a n***a 'bout to pop
Got a n***a 'bout to pop
I feel the room spinning
Too much champagne and winning
Stack paper to the ceiling
God bless this awful sinner
He knows not what does
His heart was torn to dust
He has no home for love
Mind is cold
Soul of thug
Mind is cold
Soul of thug
Mind is cold
Soul of thug
Mind is cold
Soul of thug
Mind is cold
Soul of thug
[Outro]:
This that sh** that you been waiting for
This that f**ing unbelievable
This that f**ing Michael Douglas flow
This that sh** that you just can't let go
Just riding around looking for you
I swear
Just riding around looking for you
I swear
[END]