just leek – robert kelly’s closet corpse lyrics
[intro]
ay
[verse 1]
4’4’s i’m tippin
wood grain i’m grippin
catch me lane switching with the paint dripping
turn yo neck and yo dame missing
me and suave ain’t tripping i’m finger flippin and syrup sipping
like do or die i’m po pimping
car stop rims keep spinning
chunk a deuce to mike jones
po 2’4 and i’m gone
turn screw on and i’m throwed
leave ya boo alone and i’m chosed
keep my jewels on and i’m froze
f-cking everything gold
(trojan magnum condom wrappers f-cking everything gold)
got a problem with these p-ssy boys secretly d-ck riding
took yo hoe out for lunch guaranteed that yo b-tch buying
then we quick sliding
back to the crib, find her
she see what the d-ck like and
thumbs up like she hitch hiking
she ain’t got no cl-ss but that -ss a a plus
she face a n-gg- right
got it covered, make up
told that b-tch i ain’t a surgeon
show me what she made of
cause i guarantee i’ll be gone whenever she wake up
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