Maliboo

(Harto cooked this one up) If we ain't married, then we can't do this Them niggas ain't havin' pape', they can't do this (Damn, Kai, you goin' crazy) My nigga smoked a nigga, put him in a blunt But what the difference is? They both in the joint If she break me once, then I can't love her twice, uh Two-tone AP, these bitches gon' fuck tonight You never a secret, they know I'm keepin' my weapon If I see the good in you, buy you a Cuban link necklace No, you not a trainer, you still see me flexin' I wish I had more time to show You what it was I wish I had more time, but you was in the club, girl I wish I had more time, I gave it to the drugs, girl I wish I had more time to think 'bout how we fuck, girl I wish we had more time You was my lil' boo, no, you not from California You was my lil' boo, even though that you most wanted You was my lil' boo, girl, you left a nigga scared You was my lil' boo, took you out them Chevrolets, uh Sometimes I get to abusin' my power, she gon' bow when I preach Niggas in my hood don't call on God no more, they callin' on me Toast up should we squash the beef, the whole six disagree Uh, put her on a Molly, fucked around and got it out her Measurin' my problems in my nephew baby bottle Someone should come stick beside a nigga like this carbine, woah I won't pay my nigga bond if he rat Ran it up and fucked it up and got it back I love my fans, I don't get tired of rockin' shows Sometimes I get lonely, wanna hit the road I think this the life that I dreamed I think this the life that I dreamed Money on mind, scars on my heart Ignore me when I'm tryin', salute me when I'm far She everything, but she just got her ways She everything, but she just got her ways She everything, but she just got her ways