Cheerios
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β±οΈ 2:15 duration
π ID: 30306033
π Lyrics
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
Ah damn, ah damn, ah damn, ah damn
You know Gucci let it blam, then he pass it to his man
Got a battin' glove on, he don't hold it in his hand
Then he throw it out the window and just leave it where it land
Or he throw it in the water make 'em dig it out the sand, ayy
Scratched off the serial, we call that shit a Cheerio
And then they take their clothes off and bleachin' that material
I'm gone
Ayy, they be wishin' death on me like 50 Cent
Many Men, many, many, many men
Trust me thΠ΅re's a ton of them
I should probably be in thΠ΅re with Thug and 'em
Or be in there with Gunn' and 'em
If they lockin' niggas up for it
Growin' up around some hittas tryna govern 'em, boy
Buildin' somethin' from the bottom with ya brothers there, ayy
J Skull get hot, he an oven hand, aye
Spend some bands, but I'll never fall in love again
Winnin' not enough for me, I like to be petty bout it
Drop a number one and when it's done I just forget about it
Aww, you think you know what happen 'cause you read about it?
Aww, give me head and don't get in your head about it
Crisp Nike Forces the only time I force it
I told her get a bag, and some shoes, and some more shit
She heard I got a girl, and I bought her even more shit
Don't tell me what you heard if you can't tell me who the source is
Aww, I had a sixth sense at 21
How the fuck did the 6ix let in 21
Older women always told me I was one of one
She was 30 when we sexed, I was 21
I be talkin' to the D.A. like that nigga dumb, what
You be talkin' to the D.A. like, "Yeah, he the one"
You almost 50, but you're rappin' like you're 21
Where the fuck they do that aside from where you're from?
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
Ah damn, ah damn, ah damn, ah damn
You know Gucci let it blam, then he pass it to his man
Got a battin' glove on, he don't hold it in his hand
Then he throw it out the window and just leave it where it land
Or he throw it in the water make 'em dig it out the sand, ayy
Scratched off the serial, we call that shit a Cheerio
And then they take their clothes off and bleachin' that material
I'm gone
Ah damn, ah damn, ah damn, ah damn
You know Gucci let it blam, then he pass it to his man
Got a battin' glove on, he don't hold it in his hand
Then he throw it out the window and just leave it where it land
Or he throw it in the water make 'em dig it out the sand, ayy
Scratched off the serial, we call that shit a Cheerio
And then they take their clothes off and bleachin' that material
I'm gone
Ayy, they be wishin' death on me like 50 Cent
Many Men, many, many, many men
Trust me thΠ΅re's a ton of them
I should probably be in thΠ΅re with Thug and 'em
Or be in there with Gunn' and 'em
If they lockin' niggas up for it
Growin' up around some hittas tryna govern 'em, boy
Buildin' somethin' from the bottom with ya brothers there, ayy
J Skull get hot, he an oven hand, aye
Spend some bands, but I'll never fall in love again
Winnin' not enough for me, I like to be petty bout it
Drop a number one and when it's done I just forget about it
Aww, you think you know what happen 'cause you read about it?
Aww, give me head and don't get in your head about it
Crisp Nike Forces the only time I force it
I told her get a bag, and some shoes, and some more shit
She heard I got a girl, and I bought her even more shit
Don't tell me what you heard if you can't tell me who the source is
Aww, I had a sixth sense at 21
How the fuck did the 6ix let in 21
Older women always told me I was one of one
She was 30 when we sexed, I was 21
I be talkin' to the D.A. like that nigga dumb, what
You be talkin' to the D.A. like, "Yeah, he the one"
You almost 50, but you're rappin' like you're 21
Where the fuck they do that aside from where you're from?
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
Ah damn, ah damn, ah damn, ah damn
You know Gucci let it blam, then he pass it to his man
Got a battin' glove on, he don't hold it in his hand
Then he throw it out the window and just leave it where it land
Or he throw it in the water make 'em dig it out the sand, ayy
Scratched off the serial, we call that shit a Cheerio
And then they take their clothes off and bleachin' that material
I'm gone