Lyrics:
([Pitbull]Loose Loose)
Wicked,wicked,wicked ([Pitbull]Loose Loose)
Wicked ([Pitbull]Loose Loose)
Wicked,wicked,wicked ([Pitbull]Loose Loose)
1,2,3,4
[Verse 1
'em, told the pitbull to sic 'em
I know he wanna run but he can't, he assed out
Punched him in his chin and then he passed out
Woke up with his
'em, told the pitbull to sic 'em
I know he wanna run but he can't, he assed out
Punched him in his chin and then he passed out
Woke up with his
the club with this one
I'm a tear the club the fuck up
I'm a have 'em goin' to war over this one
Partna, just listen
If you don't want those things
with this one
I'ma tear the club the fuck up
I'ma have 'em goin' to war over this one
Partna, just listen
If you don't want those things
the club with this one
I'm a tear the club the fuck up
I'm a have 'em goin' to war over this one
Partna, just listen
If you don't want those things
till I die, 3-0-5!!!
Candy paint and leather, they don't fuck wit nothing but dubs or better
Y'all call 'em street sweepers, we call 'em choppers
him.
Ross.
You see him.
You see him.
Trick.
Pitbull.
DJ Khaled.
305 M-I-yayo.
(born and raised, born and raised born and raised in
him.
Ross.
You see him.
You see him.
Trick.
Pitbull.
DJ Khaled.
305 M-I-yayo.
(born and raised, born and raised born and raised in
go
Out of yourself to
Think about ‘em, I’m thinking out the box
I charge out
And I don’t charge you dollar amounts, I only
Take what I need and it
make money money
Don't make profits
Boogie boogie
I just want to give you nook
Noogie noggie
Turn around let me see how you would
Do me Do me
just cant let you go
No I just cant let you go
(Nooo)
Cant you see Im slowly dying
But Im gonna keep on trying
Please dont ask of me to let you goooo
Rock, ha
You can't fuck wit me
(Can't fuck with me)
I don't care about your imagery
(Fuck, nigga)
Give a fuck who you claim to be
(Fucker, c
till I die, 3-0-5!!!
Candy paint and leather, they don't fuck wit nothing but dubs or better
Y'all call 'em street sweepers, we call 'em choppers
till I die, 3-0-5!!!
Candy paint and leather, they don't fuck wit nothing but dubs or better
Y'all call 'em street sweepers, we call 'em choppers
yo closet
She dont like bacon?
Cool I'll give her sausage
If it doesnt make sense sense
Don't make dollars dollars
Dont make money money
Dont
know they next
Now get yo' drum on (c'mon and getcha drum on)
Getcha getcha drum on (c'mon and getcha drum on)
I got a chokechain for my pitbull lane
I
to be as famous as me
I don't think I'll meet 'em at the places I be
But deep down I think about you all day, mami
I know I'm a pitbull, but dale, mami
(What would the music be without sounds)
[Pitbull]
Young Boss, Miss Trina, Pitbull
Let's show em' how we get down
I Party like a rockstar
I
My flow was opium, we cock bottles and open them
The relevance
Stop by, tryna see a nigga
All I buy is these trees, king
100 ki's in them
by like "there he go"
I fit the description,
Black Tee an dickies, big glock wit me,
Real Dade County Nigga!
It's that little chico Pitbull
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
cause they taking the loss they see the line that they cross you see a threat knock it off you gotta crawl fore ya walk you hurd me
I be a pitbull and I
so much work that I cant explain myself
Hold up
Leakin money like a drippin faucet
Leave em drippin wet and thats a full stop
Never ever ever got
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