Lyrics to Danny Glover
Ok, cool, ok, bu, I love her
I'mma save her, yes, like Danny Glover
I'mma call my partner befo' I fuck the mother
I-Pad in the Marinelli, kiss each other
Everytime I fuck I gotta hear me in like two bitch
Boy, tha doppy whip, you need like new wrists
Ballin', call outside yo' bitch, that do this
(???)
So shawty gonna trip inside a new chip
Let me tell you what I did
And I bought a new whip
Filled it with some cue, bitch
Her day was in IG, taking a new bitch
I was in the bushes in the Valentine day
When the cake tryna see Cupid
Not the plan, gonna stack with the bands
And whateva's stacked in that Minnie Van
You pro'ly can't believe what I'm saying, my nigga
Talking South
I do some shit you pro'ly neva did in yo life
But I don't talk about it
Trust me now, nigga, cause you ain't 'bout that life
Pussy gang nigga, got a pro'lem with us?
Be the motherfucking mob and the pro'lem begins
The other leaf on me, ain't no circling that
I bet your bitch hang off the phone, you be callin' her back
Go hard as a mother fucker
Getting head from a couple broads in this motherfucka
Aint no more fuckin credit cards in this motherfucka
Bankroll 50 large wit me in the duffle
I'mma save her, yes, like Danny Glover
I'mma call my partner befo' I fuck the mother
I-Pad in the Marinelli, kiss each other
Everytime I fuck I gotta hear me in like two bitch
Boy, tha doppy whip, you need like new wrists
Ballin', call outside yo' bitch, that do this
(???)
So shawty gonna trip inside a new chip
Let me tell you what I did
And I bought a new whip
Filled it with some cue, bitch
Her day was in IG, taking a new bitch
I was in the bushes in the Valentine day
When the cake tryna see Cupid
Not the plan, gonna stack with the bands
And whateva's stacked in that Minnie Van
You pro'ly can't believe what I'm saying, my nigga
Talking South
I do some shit you pro'ly neva did in yo life
But I don't talk about it
Trust me now, nigga, cause you ain't 'bout that life
Pussy gang nigga, got a pro'lem with us?
Be the motherfucking mob and the pro'lem begins
The other leaf on me, ain't no circling that
I bet your bitch hang off the phone, you be callin' her back
Go hard as a mother fucker
Getting head from a couple broads in this motherfucka
Aint no more fuckin credit cards in this motherfucka
Bankroll 50 large wit me in the duffle
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