Lyrics:
down for life!
Let a nigga know we can go down tonight
From the tops of our heads, the tips of our toes
What, we untouchable, aight
I keep my song
under the sun
Rolled into one my darling
From the top of your head
To the tip of your toes
You're beautiful
Yes and, baby, what's more
Life is
loot, always scram from police
You bitch niggas lose your head if you speak
I ash the doobie off the cruise ship
And flew (?) cheffin' out of Ruth
under the sun
Rolled into one my darling
From the top of your head
To the tip of your toes
You're beautiful
Yes and, baby, what's more
Life is
the kinda girl that make ya toes pop (remix)
I was gettin' some head (Remix)
Gettin', gettin' some head (Hustle)
I was gettin' some head (DTP, Remix)
it from behind make her tip-toe
Anywhere that we go you know it's on
Lemme lick you up from your head to your toes
Get your body to loose control
Ain't
from Far Rock hoppin'
Over the turnstile
To set up shop up top by the Jamaican spot
My joints have been a
Bop, from vinyl, cassettes, cDs and streams
Dressed, ready to impress, fresh up in my Louis suit
Step up in the cub, bitches line up ready to salute
Let me squeeze your juicy fruit, Mamis call me
Double R and we get down for life!
Let a nigga KNOW we can go down tonight
From the tops of our heads, the tips of our toes
WHAAAAT! We untouchable,
happen
Look at his face he cappin'
I ain't stupid, wet up ya clothes with a
Big nose it ain't mucus
This thot I got from St louis
Gave the whole crew head
Gettin', gettin' some head
I was gettin' some head
Gettin', gettin' some head
I was with the kinda girl that make ya toes pop
I was gettin' some head
girl you can not sit with us
Spending money, frivolous
She on her knees praising God
Okay.. She ain’t really praising God
Head to toes, boy I’m dressed
me,
I show off, Gucci shoes, they so soft
We countin' money, we gettin' bread
Bad bitches, they givin' head
We goin' straight to the top
Beast from
Girl I see you working
Say you wanna make some more
Love it how she do it
Watch her take it to the floor
Lemme see ya, touch ya toes
Aye, touch ya
your mind, Dr. Frankenstein
I am the greatest motherfucker
That you're ever gonna meet
From the top of my head
Down to the tips of the toes on my
All the damn sauce, you can lick on the bitch (sauce)
Louis V sneaks, made a tip on a bitch (Louis)
Ice on my neck, it's a brick on my wrist (woo)
concerned
Go
I'm just tryna have fun
I ain't worried by the beat of your drum
10 Toes day one
Getting mad at me you just dumb
Well see, we ain't scared of you
you wanna hang with old Eddie Kane?"
Ain't nothin' wrong, snap your head to the song
Word is bond, you get wrong
I'll have you sing like Louis
from St. Louie
S.T.L. is where we stay, in the middle, no coast
Lyrics boastin' with flava (what up Mo?)
I'm just your neighbor, one of
St. Louis
you wanna hang with old Eddie Kane?"
Ain't nothin' wrong, snap your head to the song
Word is bond, you get wrong
I'll have you sing like Louis
Yaun take it to the streets let
The whole world know it
It's the chance for your big career
Don't blow it
Or get it blown from the top gun nigga
I ain't
try to diss, your butt is on a meat hook
Want some of me? You're on a mission
Bad move, you end up missin
Let's get it straight for the '89 tip
niggas flip flop (big boy)
Yeah, my Force Ones in tip-top, now form a flip-flop (big boy) (me?)
I like the limited edition in khaki and army green
You'll go tell you so frail
I'm hard from my scar to my toenails i ball
(Eyeball) , no scale, and never took no L's
You tried your hardest to be a
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