class she was funny she always used to make us laugh Monique, she was always sweet and at recess we all played hide and seek ya heard [Chorus x2] I
but the grandma so bama, stama I don't know if you fan or foe We be trippin', we can go Peeping like he's seeking doe Want the doe or want to go I don
I guess I'm like Shaquille You can go on feel like you feel Nigga know the hands I like to kill But if you can hit me with the bangs Little cheap for
naw I aint hard,but on god I?ll push a niggas shit back and leave em scard./get tha inferred beam then go steal em N steam em,stank a nigga then go put
give you a pass and let you go I'ma catch you on the road at another rap show [ chorus ] Geah Hoo-bang, nigga That makes niggas from the turf stay
bang) bang, bang, bang, bang [x12:] Ba-bang bang bang ba-bang bang bang Ba-bang bang bang ba-bang bang bang (TURN IT UP!) Ba-bang bang bang ba-bang bang bang
lips those lady lumps I think I am in love How you move, it's so magical I want to make sweet music Never met nobody like you no I can't get enough opposite
poking as we gripping on grain The sun beaming on the paint but the frame ain't tamed The color chameleon unlike any other Bang making my game platform
I like those that got hair but still rock a weave Know just what to do to make a nigga not leave (OH) Know just what to wear to make a nigga go dream
a trick named Annie Mae I once knew a trick named Annie Mae Remember yesterday I asked you baby Have I seen you somewhere before With just one look, the pussy was took 'Cuz I make music
rap This is black hoodie rap, black hoodie rap Black hoodie rap, hoodie, hoodie, hoodie rap (x4) When I die, fuck it I wanna go to hell Cause I'm
that got hair but still rock a weave Know just what to do to make a nigga not leave (oh) Know just what to wear to make a nigga go dream Know just what
dig I can handle all of my buisness from my phone, you dig Wit all this right shit how can I go wrong, you dig I be banging just like my daddy just cause
they feed us Nigga ridin shinin, me and my nigga be sippin the finest winw Spendin G's, making hitz back and forth, we flyin Tryin to make a mil y'
be like you Kici's in this bitch chillin with my partna screw fixin to give it to this boy goin flip his tounge man go on, go on, go strong (Big Moe)
nights and them cold ass days Every time your music play I be thankful to you (that's what's up) I'm a part-time stripper tryin to make it through school
'm, I'm not like you. I'm not like others. It's like I've been here before. [Verse One] 504's the dope name, I don't play MY RHYME GON BANG! Make the
when I was 5 dickhead! Yo, I got a secret for you Mom I don't even like going to those family reunions I just go there to bang my cousins That's it, you