Everyday she bring another ray of sunshine
What's weed? I'm wit her I gotta love high
And she let a nigga squeeze when I want I
Pledge allegiance to the thought of you & us time
So bad other bitches won't approach me
She need cash and these other niggas they be broke we
Keep on dishing it Steve Nash
Till we coaching
She got class but swear to God
She a throat queen
Ima crumple her up first
Like a raw paper
Need a lover cause these niggas she dating all haters
Sayin shit I regret but I swear it was all player
And like weezy I got the sex coming through the faders
I'm all way out in Budapest wit the top models
And we startin wit straight shots
Then we pop bottles
And I look like I gotta championship rang
Poppin champagne like we won the champ game
And as a winner I'd fork over every single trophy
To eat wit you in my life girl if ya didn't notice
I cover you in my ice
Yeah I prefer ya frozen
I know you livin ya life
I'm tryna make it golden
Know you my lil Jill Scott
Cross my mind
On a long walk
Easily
F*ck that nigga
Baby girl just be wit me
Pour ya ass cup
But pray to god that ya lean on me,
She don't drink the tuss
But i know she a fiend for me
So let's talk what matters
I can give a f*ck bout a bih getting flatter
I like my bih thick like da mix or da batter
I got a lil bih love it when she gettin fatter
Drove through her tunnel
Got carpal
I'm stuck
Funnel for ya love take it straight to the gut
I hope ya never leave
Cuz I'm never tryna
Stay wit nobody else
Ima get the cheese
Make ya hanne hats and hanne belts
Ima intervene if you talkin in & outta stealth
How you ain't wit me
But you f*ckin with another L
Winners circle ain't hurtin
Without ya baby however
I would love when you was round
Shine through any weather
Widdit pound four pound
Heavy down to the feather
Baby need you now
Cuz later too close to never
Fresh new hanne towel
And after get hanne sweater
Dirty middle class
Good could've been better
Everyday she bring another ray of sunshine
What's weed? I'm wit her I gotta love high
And she let a nigga squeeze when I want I
Pledge allegiance to the thought of you & us time
So bad other bitches won't approach me
She need cash and these other niggas they be broke we
Keep on dishing it Steve Nash
Till we coaching
She got class but swear to God
She a throat queen
Ima crumple her up first
Like a raw paper
Need a lover cause these niggas she dating all haters
Sayin shit I regret but I swear it was all player
And like weezy I got the sex coming through the faders
I'm all way out in Budapest wit the top models
And we startin wit straight shots
Then we pop bottles
And I look like I gotta championship rang
Poppin champagne like we won the champ game
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Everyday she bring another ray of sunshine
What's weed? I'm wit her I gotta love high
And she let a nigga squeeze when I want I
Pledge allegiance to the thought of you & us time
So bad other bitches won't approach me
She need cash and these other niggas they be broke we
Keep on dishing it Steve Nash
Till we coaching
She got class but swear to God
She a throat queen
Ima crumple her up first
Like a raw paper
Need a lover cause these niggas she dating all haters
Sayin shit I regret but I swear it was all player
And like weezy I got the sex coming through the faders
I'm all way out in Budapest wit the top models
And we startin wit straight shots
Then we pop bottles
And I look like I gotta championship rang
Poppin champagne like we won the champ game
And as a winner I'd fork over every single trophy
To eat wit you in my life girl if ya didn't notice
I cover you in my ice
Yeah I prefer ya frozen
I know you livin ya life
I'm tryna make it golden
Know you my lil Jill Scott
Cross my mind
On a long walk
Easily
F*ck that nigga
Baby girl just be wit me
Pour ya ass cup
But pray to god that ya lean on me,
She don't drink the tuss
But i know she a fiend for me
So let's talk what matters
I can give a f*ck bout a bih getting flatter
I like my bih thick like da mix or da batter
I got a lil bih love it when she gettin fatter
Drove through her tunnel
Got carpal
I'm stuck
Funnel for ya love take it straight to the gut
I hope ya never leave
Cuz I'm never tryna
Stay wit nobody else
Ima get the cheese
Make ya hanne hats and hanne belts
Ima intervene if you talkin in & outta stealth
How you ain't wit me
But you f*ckin with another L
Winners circle ain't hurtin
Without ya baby however
I would love when you was round
Shine through any weather
Widdit pound four pound
Heavy down to the feather
Baby need you now
Cuz later too close to never
Fresh new hanne towel
And after get hanne sweater
Dirty middle class
Good could've been better
Everyday she bring another ray of sunshine
What's weed? I'm wit her I gotta love high
And she let a nigga squeeze when I want I
Pledge allegiance to the thought of you & us time
So bad other bitches won't approach me
She need cash and these other niggas they be broke we
Keep on dishing it Steve Nash
Till we coaching
She got class but swear to God
She a throat queen
Ima crumple her up first
Like a raw paper
Need a lover cause these niggas she dating all haters
Sayin shit I regret but I swear it was all player
And like weezy I got the sex coming through the faders
I'm all way out in Budapest wit the top models
And we startin wit straight shots
Then we pop bottles
And I look like I gotta championship rang
Poppin champagne like we won the champ game
What's weed? I'm wit her I gotta love high
And she let a nigga squeeze when I want I
Pledge allegiance to the thought of you & us time
So bad other bitches won't approach me
She need cash and these other niggas they be broke we
Keep on dishing it Steve Nash
Till we coaching
She got class but swear to God
She a throat queen
Ima crumple her up first
Like a raw paper
Need a lover cause these niggas she dating all haters
Sayin shit I regret but I swear it was all player
And like weezy I got the sex coming through the faders
I'm all way out in Budapest wit the top models
And we startin wit straight shots
Then we pop bottles
And I look like I gotta championship rang
Poppin champagne like we won the champ game
And as a winner I'd fork over every single trophy
To eat wit you in my life girl if ya didn't notice
I cover you in my ice
Yeah I prefer ya frozen
I know you livin ya life
I'm tryna make it golden
Know you my lil Jill Scott
Cross my mind
On a long walk
Easily
F*ck that nigga
Baby girl just be wit me
Pour ya ass cup
But pray to god that ya lean on me,
She don't drink the tuss
But i know she a fiend for me
So let's talk what matters
I can give a f*ck bout a bih getting flatter
I like my bih thick like da mix or da batter
I got a lil bih love it when she gettin fatter
Drove through her tunnel
Got carpal
I'm stuck
Funnel for ya love take it straight to the gut
I hope ya never leave
Cuz I'm never tryna
Stay wit nobody else
Ima get the cheese
Make ya hanne hats and hanne belts
Ima intervene if you talkin in & outta stealth
How you ain't wit me
But you f*ckin with another L
Winners circle ain't hurtin
Without ya baby however
I would love when you was round
Shine through any weather
Widdit pound four pound
Heavy down to the feather
Baby need you now
Cuz later too close to never
Fresh new hanne towel
And after get hanne sweater
Dirty middle class
Good could've been better
Everyday she bring another ray of sunshine
What's weed? I'm wit her I gotta love high
And she let a nigga squeeze when I want I
Pledge allegiance to the thought of you & us time
So bad other bitches won't approach me
She need cash and these other niggas they be broke we
Keep on dishing it Steve Nash
Till we coaching
She got class but swear to God
She a throat queen
Ima crumple her up first
Like a raw paper
Need a lover cause these niggas she dating all haters
Sayin shit I regret but I swear it was all player
And like weezy I got the sex coming through the faders
I'm all way out in Budapest wit the top models
And we startin wit straight shots
Then we pop bottles
And I look like I gotta championship rang
Poppin champagne like we won the champ game
Writer: Gabriel Smith II
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