La música de Harry Fraud
I was dippin’ down the block, my tires was shinin’ (Tires was shinin’)
Glanced at my rearview, pretty girls behind me (Pretty girls behind me)
I stopped by the store, had to grab me some condoms
Got a bitch named Stacy and a bro named Miron (A bro named Miron)
It’s a nice ass day, I might ride my bike (Ride my bike)
I gotta stay strong ‘cause this life is trife (Life is trife)
Gettin’ money, layin’ low, dodgin’ the vice (Dodgin’ the vice)
I’m sippin’ on Perrier, watchin’ the fight (Watchin’ the fight)
I’m keepin’ it P ‘cause it’s all I know (All I know)
Had to triple up my pockets and big up my goals (Big up my goals)
I used to have a girl that lived in Glen Cove
She grew up on Mac Dre and stayed on ten toes (Numbers)
She always kept a nigga wood rolled (Wood rolled)
She had a good trick, he bought her a Range Rover (Rover)
My life is everything I spit (I spit)
I just ran through a hundred-ball, nigga, last week
What’s hannin’?
She tell me that she wanna choose
Show me what you made of
I really wanna fuck with you
Girl, let’s get this paper
Say, bitch
I’m tryna rock with you, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Say, girl
Girl, let’s get this paper
Don’t play games with me, if you ready, then show me (Ready, then show me)
You’s a bad ass bitch, and I know that you know it
But I’m the flyest nigga walkin’, so that’s nothin’ to me (Nothin’ to me)
She came with a sixty, a smooth lil fee (Numbers)
I’m ridin’ in my old-school, thinkin’ (Thinkin’)
I hit Dead Fish with the bitch, now we chiefin’ (Chiefin’)
Now, we back to the motherfuckin’ tuck spot (Tuck spot)
And all I’m thinkin’ ‘bout is gettin’ bucks up (Numbers)
I really can’t complain ‘cause life is cool (Life is cool)
Be patient, let it do what it do (Let it do what it do)
And don’t let life bring you down (You down)
Harry Fraud on the sound, so I’m ‘bout to paint the town (Good job)
You know I gotta keep shit groovy (Groovy)
If the bitch cat off, then I keep shit movin’ (Movin’)
Boomin’ (Boomin’), everything’s for sale (Sale)
And if I say I’m gon’ do it, bitch, then I will (Sock it to me)
She tell me that she wanna choose
Show me what you made of
I really wanna fuck with you
Girl, let’s get this paper
Say, bitch
I’m tryna rock with you, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Say, girl
Girl, let’s get this paper
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(You’re doin’ good, baby, keep goin’)
(Numbers, yee hee)
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