[Produced by Louie Lastic]
[Intro]
(Oh GoldLink spank me like you hate me)
Welcome to Planet Paradise, where we have the best arts in the Milky Way
Your baby daddy's back...
Your baby daddy's back...
[Hook]
Oh, God, shout out to the squad
Real niggas dying every day, we pray to God
Oh, God, shout out to the squad
Real niggas dying every day, we pray to God
Oh, God, shout out to the squad
Real niggas dying every day, we pray to God
Oh, God, shout out to the squad
Real niggas dying every day, we pray to God
[Verse 1]
See, I rock GoldLink with my fur black mink
Scottsdale beep, kick it with a low-down freak
Got her wilding pop pop, off to college, got her hollering
Calling out my name, unless she really says she all up in
Push the chang out, brought my kick game out
Brought it back to '96, the first 12s came out
Had to call my niggas, cooling it with my kickers
Had to call my connect, had to show my respect
And we next to take the throne, now I gotta keep up
Bad bitch keeper, I don't think I deserve
But I gotta keep her, eat her like my desert
But I'm cooling it with my niggas on the reefer
Used to Pac compare me but I beg to differ
Flow shift, switch, got a tame it like a bitch
I hit, I split that shit, lickidy whip
I went straight in, who can go in like me?
Rocking and rocking up on the beat
And my neighbors hit my door cause they hear me when they sleep
Fuck with the elite, while I kick it, Bruce Lee
Fuck a CMB, I'm circled with the winners of the DMV
Flip the torch ad well of course I had to take your bitch, nigga
You was loafing, I was pimping, then I ask myself
Mirror mirror on the wall
How many sucka motherfuckas do I call and
And as the sun rise as I go to sleep
I hit the creep creep after dinner with your bitch
Fucked her on your bed while I skeeted on your sheets
And I'm so discreet, beat it by the beat
Tell my nigga please
[Intro]
(Oh GoldLink spank me like you hate me)
Welcome to Planet Paradise, where we have the best arts in the Milky Way
Your baby daddy's back...
Your baby daddy's back...
[Hook]
Oh, God, shout out to the squad
Real niggas dying every day, we pray to God
Oh, God, shout out to the squad
Real niggas dying every day, we pray to God
Oh, God, shout out to the squad
Real niggas dying every day, we pray to God
Oh, God, shout out to the squad
Real niggas dying every day, we pray to God
[Verse 1]
See, I rock GoldLink with my fur black mink
Scottsdale beep, kick it with a low-down freak
Got her wilding pop pop, off to college, got her hollering
Calling out my name, unless she really says she all up in
Push the chang out, brought my kick game out
Brought it back to '96, the first 12s came out
Had to call my niggas, cooling it with my kickers
Had to call my connect, had to show my respect
And we next to take the throne, now I gotta keep up
Bad bitch keeper, I don't think I deserve
But I gotta keep her, eat her like my desert
But I'm cooling it with my niggas on the reefer
Used to Pac compare me but I beg to differ
Flow shift, switch, got a tame it like a bitch
I hit, I split that shit, lickidy whip
I went straight in, who can go in like me?
Rocking and rocking up on the beat
And my neighbors hit my door cause they hear me when they sleep
Fuck with the elite, while I kick it, Bruce Lee
Fuck a CMB, I'm circled with the winners of the DMV
Flip the torch ad well of course I had to take your bitch, nigga
You was loafing, I was pimping, then I ask myself
Mirror mirror on the wall
How many sucka motherfuckas do I call and
And as the sun rise as I go to sleep
I hit the creep creep after dinner with your bitch
Fucked her on your bed while I skeeted on your sheets
And I'm so discreet, beat it by the beat
Tell my nigga please
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