Lyrics:
her boy!)
Pull up on yo ass and put you in the strangler (Urgh ugh!, C’Mere nigga!)
I’m the vibe wrangler
Got ‘em open like containers I chill with
N***a, ayy, we got his ass now, c'mon, c'mere
Don't try to run, shorty
Yeah, these big ass missiles, man
C'mon, now, your ass know damn well
You ain't
man, I can't even hold you
I stood up and I'm shaking my hair
So I told that little bitch that I feel like I'm Sosa
Bitch stop all that talking, c'mere
Gotta drum up on my piece so you know I'm spinning gang
Cmere, wid E5 in det cut
Bet he work this gen, I hop out Black trucks so I don't give no fuck
C'mere, and lemme get this dance
And put you under my trance, ha
You, baby
You got me moving my body baby
I'm slowly moving right next to you
Dancing
мене в ріхаб
Бо я сука не кину
Всю цю хуйню бляха юзать
У репера вейса бля стерлися губи
Так сильно всім джувовцям бляха сосать
C'mere boy
Running w beam
the Afghans do with some black camp boots wearin' a fuckin' Batman suit
And scream at bitches like I'm Fatman Scoop (C'MERE!)
And tell them to take a deep
sleeping in (same crib)
Dead broke, robbed the DJ 'fore we get the speakers in (c'mere)
Chain like Dasani, my pistol match the Armani
Tryna stay cool like
to drive, sit and park it with ya (c'mere)
We fought before we was hitting, shit, really off the liquor (bah, bah)
Let me tell you about my man, he made his
now
Okay, alright
Veronica? Huh? Who was that?
Oh, oh just my dad
C'mere my little freak dog, why you lookin' so sad?
You want daddy to cheer you up?
BarsTaLoan: Who the fuck is Kenny...
WEBBY: Get over here real quick, man, we need a beat box, man
KENNY: Right now?
WEBBY: C'mere man, just come over
Dance with me, Kip
I'm afraid I have two right feet
Perfect, I have two left ones! I'll teach you, c'mere
Now, just put your body against
ass, faster than a fat bitch
Who sat down too fast
C'mere slut! (Shady, wait a minute, that's my girl dog!)
I don't give a fuck, God sent me to piss
ain't got a problem with spending them
Bands on my bitch, cmere, baby
Get the purse
But before I just give you this bag
You better bring me some racks
Love man better than he love woman
Cmere rasta will trasform your dull weekend
We can puff all we can fly all weekend
Ya choose amsterdam kingston
the best, she like wine
She shine, I see the sparkle in those beautiful eyes (c'mere girl)
She keep me on tempo, guess it's bout that time
Exactly what I
watch how you treat me
I don't check prices when I'm in the Neimans, my head is too clear, I stopped fighting my demons
C'mere we'll do you real greasy
girl, you already know
This is the real thing for sure
I can tell thatcha feel it in your bones
C'mere, mama, lemme give you whatchu want
Can't stop til
on bae (c'mere)
I wanna see how you moan bae
Oh you said that you grown bae
They don't call me Skelly for nothing let's bone bae
She gone shake it like
hoe c'mere, I roll up the wood ain't talking bout Symere
She told me, baby, can you take me home? I told her, she buggin', baby, leave me alone
I count
walking them down
Ay yo kaido come here
Okay, okay
Thought I was nothing to fear
Kaido cmere
Gear five laughin i beat em up
Dat boy aint ever get near
Fit
l'étau ne se resserre
Parce que là franchement
La défaite est amère
cmère
On écrit des chansons
Et on les écrit avec passion
Même si on sait que pour
pilly n a flight to ibiza
Talk about your bitch i rizz her
Got no weave ima pull her from her frizure (cmere)
Wasting my time but that shit ain't leisure
you talking bout da poles you got like c'mere pull em out I wanna see em
Buddy actin like a bitch like how you a man no Tyler Perry he Madea
Everytime I
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