Get that dough-oh-oh-oh I've been runnin' 'round now for so long, yeah I've been kneadin', kneadin' 'til I'm sore, 'til it grow-oh-oh-oh It seems that every day and everywhere I go, yeah, I see ya Baby, I've just gotta let you know Take back all your

Keep it to yourself And it's late If you think that you still love me Put it on a shelf If you're looking for someone Make it someone else When you're drunk And you're missing me like hell Yeah keep it to yourself

And I rule my den Well, I'm the Crawlin' King Snake Yeah, don't mess 'round with my mate Gonna use her for myself C'mon crawl I'm the Crawlin' King Snake Caught me crawlin', baby, window Grass is very high Keep on crawlin' till the day I die

Choppa won't miss a nigga Hundred round drum killin' everybody Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew! Yeah! We ain't wasting no time (Yo Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?) Splat, splat, splat, woo! She hop on the dick and she split Hop on my dick like a bitch

Give me somethin' to ride to And forget about life to The kind you wanna get high to Lay back in the night to Yeah used to be dance songs Slow jams and romance songs But now that she's gone and the radio's on Yeah I just want one that don't sing about

Let me show you how it’s done We can start with the touch of a hand like a movie scene Moving into the weight that you’ve been wanting to put on me There is no need to be nervous, I know you been looking for love, so Yeah, I can show you how it’s done

So give me the hard stuff The kind that makes you real 'Cause I want the hard stuff When they're throwin' sticks and stones I'm never gonna give you up I'll be there when the storm comes We can cut each other to the bone Yeah I want the hard stuff (hard

Goyard duffle, yeah yeah Got that Draco in it, yeah yeah Whip a chicken, yeah yeah Tryna break the pot, yeah yeah And I got that Glock, yeah yeah I got thirty shots, yeah yeah Got your baby mama, yeah yeah She bent over nigga, yeah yeah Young Savage

He's the one Who likes all the pretty songs And he likes to sing along And he likes to shoot his gun But he knows not what it mean Knows not what it mean And I say yeah Sell the kids for food

Now here we are (I wake up and I bake up, get my things and catch a plane but I'll be back again) Now there we go (back again) now there we go Now here we are, now there we go, now there we go Yup, yeah yeah Yup yup yup yup yup yup yup yup yup (yup) I