I can't love you back 'cause that's a helluva love Never cheat on me 'cause I ain't regular I'm wondering if they real the way they say they are Helluva he always keep a helluva one Remember hitting licks in a Mercedes Benz And I just got my mom a new

West coast shit My nigga-ish ways attract girls that used to turn they back Causing me to yank they arm and pose like I would do them harm Now I'm saying thank you cause they tell me My shit's the bomb For my niggas drinking Cognac Smoking weed, always

We said this was “the last time”, over and over again (Blind eyes) The closer I get is the further I feel (Hands tied) And I’m losing my grip on remembering what’s real 'Cause our synthetic love is all that we know My head is a mess, And it’s going to

You know how we roll nigga bring the noise Y'all don't wanna fuck with them boys Come on dog put away them toys 'Cause I'm a put in a clip and you'll get yours I smell pussy Smell pussy I'm a take it back to the shit talkin', slick talkin' Slap a nigga

Young and I'm getting it, I'm just young and I don't give a shit I just want the money, y'all can keep them bitches 'cause I'm young and I'm getting it I'm young and I'm getting it Okay, I wake up in the morning and I see dollar signs Said Shawty wanna

When the girls talk boys When the girls, when the girls talk Oh, when the girls, when the girls talk When you're talking to your girls, do you talk about me? Do you tell them white lies, do you tell them the truth? 'Cause every night you and I find

Taste what's mine 'Cause you so fucking outta line Forever letting them taste what's mine You so fucking outta line The smile on your face the only thing I can't read Left and now you back inside my life All that shit you told me, I believed It's gon'

'Cause I was high when I wrote this, so suck my dick! So you can suck my dick if you don't like my shit 'Cause I don't give a fuck if you don't like my shit So you can suck my dick if you don't like, my shit 'Cause I was high when I wrote this so suck,

Black Cadillac, on them hundred spokes Ride, slide, dipping low Ride, slide, smoke control What you gonna do when the shit goes down? Six misfits rolling through your hometown 'Cause we ride, slide, so hit the floor When the streets grow cold and my

Got around the same things Hope my mistakes don't make me less of a man 'Cause lately it feel like dem shits really can I'm prayin' I don't wake up all alone It's hard to say it so I write a song But that ain't equal to me rightin' wrong Stuck between a