Lyrics

Aye Never thought I'd make it this far Or I'd take it this long But I guess it's up to me Never thought she'd take it this far Or would take her this long But this judge can't get no plea No plea from me Told my lawyer, "I'll pay them fees" And tell that little bitch She can suck this dick all night Can't get no seed And that's on my son Cum on her bum then I flee Boy you a bum without me What you would've done without me? Know you gonna run when I see ya Know you owe sum' when I see ya For only real niggas I grieve Done learning from shit that I preached Didn't cum in that bitch not me Tell that German bitch, "Heil me!" Yeah Member had bows? (We had them bows) Riding the freeway (Riding that freeway) And we got 'em from (Where'd you get this shit?) Let's call him Enrique (Call him then!) And let's say Enrique, met us at BK Franklin & CJ, breaking at CK's See that whip outside? (Yeah) Well let's say that's from eBay Can't give 'em leeway Can't let em breathe Aye, she want a threeway But the discreet way Bitch I got three plays Not the discreet way Bitch the complete way She wants some DK Life ain't no PK Go back to Pre-K Niggas and bitches be going broke Just to take pics on a PJ Guess it's bad parenting Can't control my young niggas You ain't in the band So why you brought them drums with us? If I'm ever in the burbs I got the slums with us If they try to steal my shine We'll take the sun with us Bad Parenting I can't control my young niggas He ain't even in the band But still brought drums with us If I move out to the burbs I'll take the slums with us If they try to steal my shine We'll take the sun with us Hoe wanna play these games This ain't the Dodgers I just might flog a nigga For all of that flodging Just got a call from my young nigga Let's call him Roger And if I ain't know no better Shit, I'd swear he from Gaza He'd shoot out the Mazda Up at the plaza Then'd get out dodge And go get him some Dodge's Then'd go lay low with the bros at the apartments But still imma love him regardless Shoot out the Mazda Up at the plaza Then'd get out dodge And go get him some Dodge's Then'd go lay low with the bros at the apartments But still imma love him regardless Guess it's bad parenting Can't control my young niggas You ain't in the band So why you brought them drums with us? If I'm ever in the burbs I got the slums with us If they try to steal my shine We'll take the sun with us Bad Parenting I can't control my young niggas He ain't even in the band But still brought drums with us If I move out to the burbs I'll take the slums with us If they try to steal my shine We'll take the sun with us Never thought I'd make it this far It's up to me This judge can't get no plea Told my lawyer, "I'll pay them fees" And tell that little bitch She can suck this dick all night Can't get no seed
Writer(s): Bishop Joshua Bledsoe Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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