Aha
It’s tough right?

Let’s go!

Now i’m on the radio released all on the pop up
Love, brother runnin’ for the facts of the lack of
Of find new chance
I ain’t went none of ‘em
Ice got the streets as around they been runnin’ them
Me, I’m just a simple southern from the Jackvois
Made it in a Club but what we did is in Jackvois
Light skin, pretty green eyes black dress

Thirty shows
In a roam top of north-west
Low, I’m in the back, no stress
Ended in a cab with a mother fucking princess
I ain’t tryin’a fuck; I just want your Mambo
Forty five minutes, I just want your Tambo
And I appreciate the Combo
Twenty bottles later, tryin’a pick thirty’s models
Louis, on a fee, she don’t ever do although
DJ I’mma let ya know I got him like a Bro, though

It's not good enough for me, since I been with you
It's not gonna work for you, nobody can equal me
I'm gonna sip on this drink, when I'm fucked up
I should know how to pick up
I'm gonna catch the rhythm while you push up against me
Ooh, and you tipsy
I had enough convo for 24
I peep'd you from across the room
Pretty little body, dancing like GoGo, aye

Five for the shows
Six siggas for the Tours
Jack pin’ the gun
Just to start
I’m in the maneuver
Met her on a Harlem and fou{?}, went to Vancouver
You’ll be thousand and
I don’t expect anybody shoulders
Tell your boss I’m cool until he called my check
When you mention my name
You better use suspect
Somewhere to mally {?}
He don’t know it yet
Every flight I ever took always have been direct
Look
I keep a majeous of tight it up
Oh, I broke a forty
Time to clean it up
Worth show, looking like jop in the ghetto
New car smell of strings o title
Emails from your boss, he used to be
I’m the new guy, get used to me
Should have never be the same like I used to be
This is not personal
It’s all ultimate