1992

Lyrics

Geraldo Live on the track
 Yah
 Young Jefe, holmes
 Yah, yah, yah
 I don't know what to do, yeah, I gave that girl the blues
 And baby, if I fuck with you, no way that shit can lose
 They really like my style, yeah, they tryna track my moves
 Bitch, ain't no callin' foul when it's really time to shoot
 Remember way back, yeah, 1992
 My mama fucked my father and they made a fuckin' fool
 Soon as I got some money, bought some choppers and some jewels
 VVSs on my tummy, your bitch can't get kinda cool
 I come from that hill, dawg, and all our niggas killas
 You know I'm for real, dawg, I'm no damn pretender
 Took her out to the grill, yeah, I ate her after dinner
 I'm a big dawg, born in cold-ass December
 I won't tell a thang, nah, baby, seal my lips
 Cartier rangs, told her, "Baby, make a fist"
 Cuban link chains look immaculate with the fit
 Can't take no mo' fame, but I can take a nigga bitch
 She said that pussy sore, I said, "Baby, is you sure?"
 Said, "Nigga come here for?" I'm goin' at it like a horse
 I'm dressed in all Dior when I'm hoppin' out a Porsche
 With that fully-loaded chopper and it blow like a torch
 I don't know what to do, yeah, I gave that girl the blues
 And baby, if I fuck with you, no way that shit can lose
 They really like my style, yeah, they tryna track my moves
 Bitch, ain't no callin' foul when it's really time to shoot
 Remember way back, yeah, 1992
 My mama fucked my father and they made a fuckin' fool
 Soon as I got some money, bought some choppers and some jewels
 VVSs on my tummy, your bitch can't get kinda cool
 She told me I was slick, yeah, baby, just like Rick
 Girl, I thought you was different, nah, bitch, you just a trick
 She jumped on the dick, yeah, knew that shit was thick
 We pull out the sticks, bitch, we love to hit
 I think I'm goin' the wrong way, I turned down a one-way
 It's gon' be a long day, I'm gon' rip the runway
 I'm thinkin' with the dollars now, knew I'd be here someday
 Drop it off by Sunday, bet it be gone by Monday
 And that's on everythang, yeah, everythang I love
 Supposed to be your main thang? Well, why she in my tub?
 If you owe me anythang then I'll get that shit in blood
 That's on everything I love, that's why I don't give a fuck
 I don't know what to do, yeah, I gave that girl the blues
 And baby, if I fuck with you, no way that shit can lose
 They really like my style, yeah, they tryna track my moves
 Bitch, ain't no callin' foul when it's really time to shoot
 Remember way back, yeah, 1992
 My mama fucked my father and they made a fuckin' fool
 Soon as I got some money, bought some choppers and some jewels
 VVSs on my tummy, your bitch can't get kinda cool
 

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Duration
03:41
Key
4
Tempo
142 BPM

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