Texty:
Too Hort Can T Stay Away

to middle age, is she paid? 'Cause if she ain't, what can she make If I see a bad bitch I ain't fin away, I'm gonna holla at her I can't discriminate

be mine, I need some money If she ain't kicking in all the time she don't want me Hoes, flows, money, cars Y'all wannabe stars, can't fuck with none

about the real Can't feel sorry for you, do your thang Don't be mad at the world 'cuz you can't hang If you feel like doin' somethin' that ain't productive

cars Sixteen stars, rappin over sixteen bars You ain't never seen big rocks before Sabotage the show make 'em change the flow Cash don't make it, put

Who said a gangster can't be a banker Ya gotta make ya money in large amounts Shut ya mouth, you ain't spittin no dolla signs You ain't talkin bout swallowin

Atlanta She let a nigga fuck but I still can't stand her The pussy wasn't good I said "What's up bitch? I'm tired of fuckin' can you suck dick?" She

again Invasion of the Flat Booty Bitches The invasion, beyotch, is on That's that old school, '83 Still pimpin', baby Short dog You know I can't stay away

can't stay away, I can't stay away I can't stay away, I can't stay away I just can't stay away, I can't stay away I just can't stay away, I can't stay

fad, you really can't understand rap How these young playas come up and live fat Big houses, cars, watch the homies bubble Do a lot of good but can't stay