Lyrics:
gotta make it
Couple racks up on them (?)
Your bitch here smoked my trippy stick
Ridiculous, put dick on tit, spit on clit
And it's over with, I
the fuck up
I'm taking yo black ass back to the office
Keep talking shit
Aight bet
Fuck Mr. Clynch said by a minority
Cause he don't wanna punish
more, what?
Come, Mr. DJ, won't you turn di music up?
It goes one by one, even two by two
Everybody on di floor let me show you how we do
Let's go,
more, what?
Come, Mr. DJ, won't you turn di music up?
It goes one by one, even two by two
Everybody on di floor let me show you how we do
Let's go,
and put your hands up to di ceiling
Come, Mr. DJ, song pon di replay (come, Mr. DJ, song pon di replay)
Come, Mr. DJ, won't you turn di music up?
All
more, what?
Come, Mr. DJ, won't you turn di music up?
It goes one by one, even two by two
Everybody on di floor let me show you how we do
Let's go,
what
Come Mr. DJ won't you turn the music up
It goes one by one even two by two
Everybody on the floor let me show you how we do
Lets go dip it low
we live by ( gun shot )
Chorus:
""K Chrys""
Everybody put them L's up .... You rockin wit da Lost Boyz (put em up)
Everybody put ya hands up
""K Chrys""
Everybody put them L's up .... You rockin wit da Lost Boyz (put em up)
Everybody put ya hands up ..... You rockin wit da Lost Boyz
Yo
I will tell 4 stories in this song, listen carefully
Sitting in the first class was the lad called Julien
He passed maths, and put his hand up
to a stock holder hold my composure
Bring my hand up when the shots over
A hundred deep with the soldiers
And we shoulder to shoulder
Yo, I live a DJ's dream
time so I gotta decline it
I'm lyin', I got time
They call me Mr. Man cuh I'm a stranger now to them boys, serious
Yo Mr. Man, what's good?
What's
boy
I'll shoot this mutherfucker til I burn my hand boy
Bust up in the court and shoot the witness on the stand boy
This is my game ask everybody in
is
Her specialty, after all hands come up
One by one "Oh my god, Rihmeek, "
Nicki groans exaggeratedly, invoking Meek's
Middle name for effect "Every
you ain't never gave no fucks
Get behind her, put it in her butt
Then beat it up
Wamp-wamp, she, wet-wet
(Mr. Jeffery)
Wamp-wamp, oh, bet that
under the pit
So it's musty and the pistol sittin' comfy
I put my right hand up to God
My first drive-by was on the
Two pegs of a honkey
We was teenagers,
what
Come, Mr. DJ, won't you turn the music up?
It goes one by one, even two by two
Everybody on the floor, let me show you how we do
Let's go, dip it
they treat you on the 'Gram (on the 'Gram)
Real life and in the bank, I'm the man (I'm the man)
Pain in my cup, weed in my hand (in my hand)
Load up
Mrs. Parker can I chill in yo car
Mrs. Parker I don't even know her first name
Mrs. Parker she just wanna have fun
Let's Drive to Vegas
Get married by
. smith
Nigga, what you say? I said my name is mr. smith
Yo, I want you to state the business
You know what I want why y'all to do? do your thing, do
time
And really I just, like bit the drums off "Xxplosive"
And put it like with it sped up sample
And now it's kind of like my whole style, where it
compliments, go get a hug
I'm lil shawty that don't give a fuck
For lil shawty I'm beating it up
We beatin' it up
Hand me the bread and I'll handle it
Hand me
Mr. Big, but not because of my size.
8Ball: I hit the street slaning ya-yo, then I sold up my block
Sellin 8, sellin deals, sellin $20 rocks.
Sellin
love you Eaze (I do)
So bro I'm still witchu (E2)
Yo house don't even feel the same
Yo momma she miss you (She do)
Mr. Homewrecker (Huh)
Mr. Paid
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