Lyrics:
to go to sleep
Right by my bed
Big booty h*** just never leave
And no we don’t trust them
They know we don’t love them
All we feel is lust and when we
I got bitches in my coupe (huh)
Me and Breezy, fifty hoes, by the group (by the group)
That's yo' bitch, she told a lie, ain't told the truth, ooh
muss dein' Job heut' übernehmen (uh)
Pussyboy, please don't cry, aber du cryst, cry me a river
Ja, ich fick' die Bitch, hitt'-hitt'-hitt' auf die 808s
bitch I want it all
Want my bills big, I don't want none small
Too turnt up, yeah I'm trynna get down
You know the 808 and bass, that is all in my sound
Make sure the tires on the whip wiped down!
From blocks and blocks away you could hear the boom, blam, bumble!
Yo, we're gonna kick it once!
Bi-big
(Southside on the track, yeah)
(808 Mafia) Hey
I can tiptoe in her pussy like a Loub, Chanel (ayy)
Harriet Tubman twenties, weigh 'em up
Turn Up
Turn Up
Turn Up
Man this that hop up in the whip
Whole gang pull up
808's banging
Slidin thru the block junt
Wake up to the paper
I been
he shooting, then i'm bussing back
Tell BIG K to tote the pack just like a running back
Then we go back to the stu to make a hundred tracks
N808 ain't
Everybody know how I’m fucking rocking
Big Cheese Big knots in my pockets
Keep the green and the blue by my side
Catch you with the 45 Hammertime
Big heavy stepper got me moving confident
Way too fucking groovy, everything is elegant
Think I'm reminiscent, nah, that was past tense
808s knocking
Nigga big ball like athletes
I slay hats on 808's cuz i fuck em up like Im Tay Keith
Imma mastermind like Megamind
Never call em back for the second
Time
Trying to get up to come down
Got that playa shit by the pound
The gold with the lacs and the crown
Make it where them hoes come around
Trying
(808 Mafia)
Fuck around, parked the 'Vette and didn't even get back in it
(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)
Redbone bitch, yeah, like Hi-Tech, yeah
How do
(808 Mafia) , Young Guapo young Guapo
Metro Boomin want some more nigga
Young Guapo, let's get it
Money, cars, clothes, hoes
Money, cars, clothes,
South Africa!
ZWEIJ ThEDaRKhearted
Ngiyadlala yindoda yom'zulu
The crowd helle woke
Better know it's a big boy tingie
Don't hush the vibe
We
made a promise to beat they ass up
Like Adonis, survive, I'll meet 'em again
Fuck your big bro, uh
We the ones that got it when the rent's low
I
made a promise to beat they ass up
Like Adonis, survive, I'll meet 'em again
Fuck your big bro, uh
We the ones that got it when the rent's low
I
To be calming down all the voices in this head
Guillotine style
Off my dome and shit
My goons and I making big moves
Large containers
Ease to move inside
see you doing big shit
Them other hoes is toilets
They be catching big fits
And you be throwing parties
Shopping sprees gift trips
You deserve all this
wha you did regrettin that shi we prolly ain't neva gone make up
Big worm when it come to my money and Smokey it's time for u to pay up
Fuck nba live
to the pimp Chad Butler
Smoke Sum Bitch
This for my bottom hoes with that top down
Yeah
Smoking out, pouring up
Purple stank up in my blunt
All my cars got
hoe. Got damn
808's bumping in this bitch, that's how we like it
It's a bunch of big, fine grown women with cake if we wanna bite it
For the night. If
the matrix
Tell Mo Hoes To Come Thru
Kick It Like Its Kung Fu
Extra On The Duck Sauce
We be on that fly shit
Watch Me hop on yo song
Then I Make It My Shit
(Got the beat by Powers and we just made a banger)
Yuh (ayy), yuh, what? (Ayy)
Yuh, yuh, what? (Ooh)
Yuh, yuh, yuh (bitch)
Yuh, yuh, fuck (ayy)
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