Verse One: I stagger in the gathering possessed by a patter in That be scatterin Over the globe will my vocals be travellin Unravellin my abdomen it's slime that's
with a wink. That's how you feel baby that's what's up. A hundred forty characters, is more than enough. [Chorus (Mindless Behaviour)] Hey, my girl, my girl, she
I wanna see you smile Elevate your lifestyle, cop a yacht Hit the south the French Not a chance Keep your little advance This one's on me In the chef's
A-Town It's silk sheets, so it's soft when you lay down Ching-a-ling, yeah, I get down and stay down There's no one better, baby girl, you's a blessing
your ear You lookin' bubbly, I mean lovely, hug me I was right, your bubbly How you like the joint that's fluctuatin' JBLs (uh that's nice) That's me
ones in my hand that's good money ones in my fan we get money She pop that thang she get that That money's fallin like rain I'm VIP that's champaigne
college takin off her clothes for money She gotta pay the rent she got a little girl her baby daddy ain't shit see what she dealin with But she gotta
she dealin' with But she gotta hold on (Hold on) Wanna leave the club alone (It feels wrong) She gotta pay the bills but in the meantime She like fuck how she
i know she can suck So for me its why we pimpin on a pimp ass stall We back and forth still boy when I shoot that big ass wall she wanna live boy betta
day She glances up to see her favorite video And gets ideas from Madonna's nasty clothes In need of affection, she craves a direction Her heroes offer her Everyone's
I want one partner to turn away the opposite direction Partner #1 grab one of partner number 2's buttcheeks with one hand Now cross over the other hand
hides it Doubled back cause it started pourin Children scared of the thunder roarin Given the light but now there's darkness Started with intelligence, now there's
the SoundScan Chorus One: Snoop Dogg All I wanna be was a G, ha My whole life, nigga please, ha Breakin off these motherfuckin keys, ha Let's get these motherfuckin G's
mirror She's like yeah? so? I'm like so? You gon' need a stitch you keep actin' like that, ho I look like your husband slut? That's a rhetorical question
's I eat up Oh, it's never enough No matter how many battles I been in and won No matter how many magazines on my nuts No matter how many MC's I eat
Maybe Dakota's his home Red man's become his friend When no one else would have him There's an Indian woman who keeps him From being alone She stands
t looking for her pussy boy This trill jet shit, just enjoy That's yo wifey but she still a jet miss Give her direction to the tele and a check list Arriving
not original they muthaf-cking house of mirrors Not quite the image, I'm on that Popeye spinach Mama mai-tai sippin, she loves a square n-gga But now she