I know I make u wanna leave the one you with,
But I aint lush your Ramon,
Im the kid that they rush to blamin', for the crush they claimin',
Who can make em' blush the same when I ask,
''Whats my name'' and they yell,
You shouldn't have even brought her my direction,
Unless she was handcuffed with an order of protection, Yeah.
Im talkin wreckless now,
Cause im the reason that your girlfriends are your ex's now..nigga
Im the fella that keep em yellin, and its nuttin to get em,
I don't sweat em', its what I tell em',
And they quickly forget em',
And I bet em' I get them to forget the day that they met em'
And I let em', cause I can spend em'
And its more then the denim,
But Ive been
Born to move, while you dudes be sleeping,
The coupe on 22's keep the Shorey sneaking,
And she wont tell the truth, she too used to creepin
The mic is in the booth, it's the truth im speaking
Any girl I gave it to..
Cant even go love another man,
I give it to em' like no other brother can,
She say my man can barely move me,
Before you made me scream, like a scary movie,
On top of that,
Im smoother then the rest of the gangsters,
And I knew that dude you met, was a wanksta
Your girl is with the street Fab. Homie,
And she aint fuckin with you
It's a shame, you lames
Can't even maintain your thangs,
And its insane the way, that she gave me brain
I pimp things the same, don't forget the name
And when chicks peep the chain, they just cant restrain
Shorty don't try to fake it,
Just up and face it,
Your time is being wasted, your mans a basic
See it all in his face, that he's cheap and tasteless,
But life is what you make it, just watch the bracelet
I bet your man cant do it like me,
His veins don't pump pimp fluid like me,
He's nowhere near or like me,
And he probably think keeping you in check,
Is buying you a pair of Nike's
Why wouldn't I.. get dough from her,
When the digits on my checks, look like phone numbers
You might as well tell that buster skid addle,
Not even Catherine can help him in his custody battle
You can catch me in the club, with a case of bub
And a thick chick to rub, niggas hate because
When they sit in the truck, they be quick to fuck
When im getting a nut, they just lick it up
Im in favor if, bust a flow is dangerous,
I don't aim to give shortys our relationships,
But they crave the chips, how many the range can fit
She just changed a bit, since I got the hang of it
That's right we got the hang of it,
I know you his but I wanna make you mine.
More Street Dreams, Pt. 2: The Mixtape
- 1. Fabolous feat Jeremih My..
- 2. Baby don't go
- 3. The Dream - (ft. Fabolous..
- 4. Everything Everyday Every..
- 5. You Be Killin Em
- 6. Can't let you go
- 7. My Time
- 8. Make Me Better feat. Ne-Y..
- 9. Breathe
- 10. Into You