Head
Heard they puttin' prices on my top
Baby girl think about me non-stop
They puttin' prices on my top
Baby girl talk about the boy a lot
Yeah
Heard her man's want me dead
Tell em aim for the head
I should tell you what she said
Shit
Heard her mans want me dead
Born sinners in my bed
Tell em aim for the head
Heard her man's want me dead
Tell em aim for the head
I should tell you what she said
Shit
Heard her mans want me dead
Born sinners in my bed
Tell em aim for the head
T.L.C
will make her Creep
Isley
Between the Sheets
Pussy!
Appetite
I can feast
I'm a dog
Off the leash
Ruff!
Ruff!
For a price check the rhyme
Around Phife
Bonita Apple Bomb
That's all night
Still blind to the Bullshit
Out of sight
Got a family that'll die for me twice
My niggas on point game time
Crop circles
Yeah
We peep signs
Tell em' swing on everything
Don't foil mines
Got a family that'll die for me twice
Heard they puttin' prices on my top
Baby girl think about me non-stop
Heard they puttin' prices on my top
Baby girl talk about the boy a lot
Yeah
Heard her man's want me dead
Tell em aim for the head
I should tell you what she said
Shit
Heard her mans want me dead
Born sinners in my bed
Tell em aim for the head
Heard her man's want me dead
Tell em aim for the head
I should tell you what she said
Shit
Heard her mans want me dead
Born sinners in my bed
Tell em aim for the head
I'm booked with a Agendas
No room for pretenders
Thought I will let up
Never
Who you know this clever
Hot like sweaters
In hell weather
Heard your man do you good
Esco do u better
Talking US
Yeah, we go-together
She cut him off no tether
Niggas wanna box with god
Try to box em' in
With no boxing gloves
Na!
No hand outs
Heard they read you lies
When that money touch palms
It's my time
Until Knightime
That's when the lights come off
And he know, like I know
Who next to blow
Bomb
I'm booked with a Agendas
No room pretenders
I run it
No sprinters
Gone
Wash the pussy indeed
Diggin in deep
Rinse and repeat
Come over when sober
Don't make lil peep
They jealous of me
When you mentioning me
Ugh
The DICK it ain't free
Heard they puttin' prices on my top
Baby girl talk about the boy a lot
Heard they puttin' prices on my top
Baby girl think about me non-stop
Yeah
Heard her man's want me dead
Tell em aim for the head
I should tell you what she said
Shit
Heard her mans want me dead
Born sinners in my bed
Tell em aim for the head
Heard her man's want me dead
Tell em aim for the head
I should tell you what she said
Shit
Heard her mans want me dead
Born sinners in my bed
Tell em aim for the head
Baby girl think about me non-stop
They puttin' prices on my top
Baby girl talk about the boy a lot
Yeah
Heard her man's want me dead
Tell em aim for the head
I should tell you what she said
Shit
Heard her mans want me dead
Born sinners in my bed
Tell em aim for the head
Heard her man's want me dead
Tell em aim for the head
I should tell you what she said
Shit
Heard her mans want me dead
Born sinners in my bed
Tell em aim for the head
T.L.C
will make her Creep
Isley
Between the Sheets
Pussy!
Appetite
I can feast
I'm a dog
Off the leash
Ruff!
Ruff!
For a price check the rhyme
Around Phife
Bonita Apple Bomb
That's all night
Still blind to the Bullshit
Out of sight
Got a family that'll die for me twice
My niggas on point game time
Crop circles
Yeah
We peep signs
Tell em' swing on everything
Don't foil mines
Got a family that'll die for me twice
Heard they puttin' prices on my top
Baby girl think about me non-stop
Heard they puttin' prices on my top
Baby girl talk about the boy a lot
Yeah
Heard her man's want me dead
Tell em aim for the head
I should tell you what she said
Shit
Heard her mans want me dead
Born sinners in my bed
Tell em aim for the head
Heard her man's want me dead
Tell em aim for the head
I should tell you what she said
Shit
Heard her mans want me dead
Born sinners in my bed
Tell em aim for the head
I'm booked with a Agendas
No room for pretenders
Thought I will let up
Never
Who you know this clever
Hot like sweaters
In hell weather
Heard your man do you good
Esco do u better
Talking US
Yeah, we go-together
She cut him off no tether
Niggas wanna box with god
Try to box em' in
With no boxing gloves
Na!
No hand outs
Heard they read you lies
When that money touch palms
It's my time
Until Knightime
That's when the lights come off
And he know, like I know
Who next to blow
Bomb
I'm booked with a Agendas
No room pretenders
I run it
No sprinters
Gone
Wash the pussy indeed
Diggin in deep
Rinse and repeat
Come over when sober
Don't make lil peep
They jealous of me
When you mentioning me
Ugh
The DICK it ain't free
Heard they puttin' prices on my top
Baby girl talk about the boy a lot
Heard they puttin' prices on my top
Baby girl think about me non-stop
Yeah
Heard her man's want me dead
Tell em aim for the head
I should tell you what she said
Shit
Heard her mans want me dead
Born sinners in my bed
Tell em aim for the head
Heard her man's want me dead
Tell em aim for the head
I should tell you what she said
Shit
Heard her mans want me dead
Born sinners in my bed
Tell em aim for the head
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Writer(s): Necko Nieves
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