T.L.C

She just want some TLC
Don't want no scrub like T.L.C
Get to throwing shit like it's TLC
I slam a bitch it's WWE
She wanna meet at the crib
I told her meet the kid at the Doubletree
Asked her what's on her mind
She said her friends was thinking bout
Jumping me
I got time, fuck it I'll fuck for free
Call the jeweler, go double link it
I get em' tied for a Abe Lincoln
Shoot your shit, they scared we winking
You wanna steal?
I want a pinky
You wanna kill?
Don't over think it
I don't wanna hit her these get clingy
Do a show with Big Machinery
I just talk some real spill
Whole lotta' sticks, we drove there
Pass them hoes you think I care?
Got jeans, I got me some Under-gear
Yeah
I can Goopy around your bitch
I can get Goop with a slight fit
Take off that jewelry, that light shit
Ain't trying to talk, get to lighting shit
Make her walk, I'll hike a bitch
No I can't out type these niggas
They all 10's but they lighting different
Put her in the Woods like Tiger did it
Nigga this a family
I like keeping my Rims factory
This is Dog food, this ain't Cat meat
You see fog, cause this that rap weed
I'm like Aw hell naw
He Goop down at the Players Ball
I ain't say shit, she took it off
Go put a fish-tank in the wall
That ain't my son, chill Billie Jean
Had a phase with the Amiri Jeans
She got Kay's, my Mama earrings
She got Tennis Bracelets, Diamond Rings
She just want some TLC
Don't want no scrub like T.L.C
Get to throwing shit like it's TLC
I slam a bitch it's WWE
She wanna meet at the crib
I told her meet the kid at the Doubletree
Asked her what's on her mind
She said her friends was thinking bout
Jumping me



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