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Shawn Chrystopher
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BYD [feat. Buddy]
feat. Buddy
Walked in like this motherfucker
Shine hard like daytime, I'm in the game, you play time
I'm in the house like pan hood, you niggas do it like faze on
Talk shit is not faze on, don't give a fuck but no hate time
See, I'm Rain Man and Payton, six foes and day times
My bitch, she hate shine, that's why niggas hate time
You bitch niggas need to save odds, on bending knees start praying arms
I beat the beat up eight arms, die for my hood, drive on
And I'm in the game like holla, war my niggas, don't roll up
Hit up by five hoes pretending them gonna show up
She gave me good head 'cause she know I'm a baller
If a friend cut her off, she told that bitch go
Nigga, I sell out shows, snatching up random hoes
Taking them back to my crib and we get in for sure
Yeah, bag the truth for my bros yeah, that's that Westside, Westside
It's working that best side, best side, if you fucking with me let's ride, let's ride
No, I don't fuck with ripe bitches 'cause they got too much ass
And I don't fuck with these models 'cause they got too much relax
So who do I fuck, who do I trust to not sell my baby pictures for a Benz and some dust
And my ex, I fucking hate you, hope you die slow, why foe?
'Cause I know that you's a hoe so turns right for rock O and fuck 5 0
It's taking 8 gun shit
And they mad 'cause their daughters want that black young dick and all their girls be like
BUDDY I can put your BYD on me because I'm looking for a guy that can supply all that I need
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And I be like me? Hmm, well let me question, does she want me for my mind
Or is it all 'cause of my profession
I'm guessing that in due time I'll stumble upon a confession
No stressing 'cause if I grind then she'll wind up all in my section
No question, 'cause a nigga like me with a girl like her
With a booty like that it means I'mma sip the cup and smack it
Then we'll hit the cup back to back to back
Until she finally has to tap and then after that I'll probably hit the '
Because she had a fantastic rack and I supplied the crack
See, she had a man so I hit the G, she's outside, looking around so she find that shit
She a lab rat, you can have her back
No, I ain't having that, I ain't even tripping on it
I know how to handle that, I'm about to pick up the phone, hit on to home
Girl straight from the dirty south, she'll bring two Ls and a little cool J
'Cause momma said knock you out
No, I don't fuck with ripe bitches 'cause they got too much ass
And I don't fuck with these models 'cause they got too much relax
So who do I fuck, who do I trust to not sell my baby pictures for a Benz and some dust
And my ex, I fucking hate you, hope you die slow, why foe?
'Cause I know that you's a hoe so turns right for rock O and fuck 5 0
It's taking 8 gun shit
And they mad 'cause their daughters want that black young dick
BYD
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