Lyrics:
And grinding and grinding
Gyal dip and bounce start whining
You see Spliff, Sean Paul and Busta Rhymes, Zeen
(We got dough) You could tell by what we driving
Catch a body and hop in the rental
They id em by his f**kin dental
N***a must of lost his f**kin mental
Brought a fresh mag who want the first issue
Paid 90 for my grill and lost it, that's why I ain't smilin' (damn)
You got Sean, you got Hit, you got Grizz, Kash Dolla
Paint you red, throw you in
get dizzy
Baby I will never leave, please stay with me
Cause ain't no letting go, girl, ain't no letting go
Like Sean Paul say I got to get busy
Pon de
only niggas that helped
My money was thinner than Sean Paul's goatee hair
Now Jean Paul Gaultier cologne fill the air, here
They say he bougie, he
a catalyst
Ya clique ain't a clique if that sh*t ain't composed of the soldiers you'd go into battle with
I'll take the ego that pumped you to test me then
nobody bodied me
Don't accept my apology
Stop chasing props niggas, top niggas march
By the cops, followed hot blocks
They pop niggas i ain't one of you
to bein' toxic (crazy)
Had an elevator fight remember that?
That was before they broke up and he took the Bentley back (vroom)
He ain't even hit her they
the fuckin' Sean Combs dance, follow me now
Who wanna come test the kid?
Have your baby mama bless the team
Shit, I ain't even know she could twerk it like
Paul Masson
Yea I know the shit cheap
So I buy the shit by the heap
Big bottle last about a week
Paul Masson Paul Masson
You already know what I’m
Niggas get sprayed up like AK was cologne for a paycheck or loan
Yeah I know that shit ain't fair
They say that Detroit ain't got a chance, we ain't even
you is a joke
So step in the ride
They call me the Juice
And it's the truth
It's wit all the sports
So watch bitch
Chorus
Verse 3 Sean Paul
Yeah I'm
the fuckin' Sean Combs dance, follow me now
Who wanna come test the kid?
Have your baby mama bless the team
Shit, I ain't even know she could twerk it like
have more fun
Hypest b*tch in here the life of the party
I bring all the energy, get this sh*t started
If you ain't heard bout' me by now then you're
Sean Ca$h – PitBull Prod. By Rook The Real
Ya digg
4 my dog
Bout Mine
(Hook)
Got a Big ol Pitbull sittin outside
Bet not lean up against my ride
I
guessing can't announce yo every move
Hustle hard in silence let the outcome be yo proof
Catch them n*ggas off guard ain't sh*t that they can do
There
What?)
Lil John, Eastside Boyz (yeah)
And yo boy Sean Paul let me tell ya like this here boy (let's go)
They callin' me
To come back to the streets,
What?)
Lil John, Eastside Boyz (yeah)
And yo boy Sean Paul let me tell ya like this here boy (let's go)
They callin' me
To come back to the streets,
the next day and start all again
Life ain't no game you just start and reset
Me knowing sh*t I had played by myself
Not carrying child I don't need no stress
feel lies, n**gas ain't realer than us
No Paul Pierce, you can't have my trust
I'm a psycho like Christian Bale was
LA and Stunna produced by Stardust
hating on me
To be honest I don’t understand it
They see that I’m winning, can’t stand it
That FLIGHT sh*t be so high it ain’t landing
They don’t like how
here boy
[Sean Paul]
They callin' me to come back to the streets, Sean P. a.k.a Sharp Crease
Said it was necessary, these sucka niggaz out here very
Thought that you was real but that sh*t ain't true
Heart so cold think that sh*t turnt blue
N*ggas ain’t sh*t all I hear from you
Sim deez b*tches
But they wanna call me a popstar
Okay lemme tell you bout my life a little story
When we started sh*t was hard sh*t was very stormy
I had to switch it
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