Lyrics:
a fatter poem
Matter of fact you can tell by
How my vibe i'm bout it
Hopped on it one minute
One minute later i'm vibing on it ,
This beat is non-respondent
I go by cola no soda I thought I told yaaaaa
Bitch I'm Cola fuckin D flip it around you know the name and that's on gang Ha!
Man I lost my miiiiiiind
beats, baby)
Great John on the beat, by the way
I don't care if it still stink, I'ma leave her alone
Even though she out here wishin' R. Kelly was
kickin' but I don't believe them
She don't answer, I don't call her twice
My fit black but it's off white
They hanging with us and they taking pictures
the mustard, disgusted
Drop the shit that gotcha brains dusted, bust it
This is how it flow in the Bronx Zoo ya'll
Beef up a step and style with a fall
never knew
Come ride with me lil baby we compatible
Shhhh pipe down
Please don’t make no sound
I get caught with you best believe it’s going down
I
of noise)
Burner pop off and leave dem by surprise
You better not move, when I say freeze
Because we no fraid fi pop off and squeeze
'Bout you a bawl,
(Don't know)
It's all a game
Yo, it's like night life, ball fights, brothers getting sliced
Lay niggas, up on the floor, for people acting hardcore
the truth, it gets no better than this
I'm catchin' wreck to the break of dawn
And it's on, yo it's a must that I put it on
Yeah, so put it on Big L, put
styles better be worse than hot, cause ready or not
Wicked styles will drop your government of thought
This master of all ceremonies will rock
All phonies
shit
To that trash, that they talk
'Cause She don't know about it
Well Bae, you welcome to my home party
Bring yo friend, Bring moma
We gone throw it
(Air)
So these bitches they starting to strip (Strip)
Yo bitch caressing my hair (Yea)
Cuz she like how it's soft and it's slick (Aye)
Fuck wit bitches by
It's time to move sum'n
I came to move sum'n
All my niggas in here and we finna move sum'n
Now gone and move sum'n
You better move sum'n
Cuz we ain't
to the ears like the tongue, call it lemonade
Better be bopping yo head like the Renegade
Call me the leader of rap, president like I'm Kennedy
Switch
Better be 'bout your business
In North to the South, fuck around
Get your issue
Re-up in Charlotte then come with your pistol
Don't leave it in the car
I
They get salt and get to droppin'
These niggas sloppy I'm movin' like Gotti
It's Scotty Too Hotty Arabian Saudi
Arabian shawty
My niggas need me they
These are the only child blues
The only child blues
The only child who? yo yo yo
Back once again, hello it's yo' favorite mellow schizo
The pavement
Nigga better go back and listen to
That Welcome To Dolph World (It's Dolph)
Everything I got, bitch I got it on my own
Everybody keep asking what's up
to the trap (you should be proud of me)
This my letter to the trap
I know time flies by
I ain't shit in your eyes
I been fuckin' with this rap game, I
we gettin' it, we gettin'
I fuck with Yo Gotti and Dolph
So this shit ain't my business, my business
You need a pack and the
Money good, I'ma send it
Life is what you make it nigga
Get up off your ass and get some
Always hollering about you want something nigga
Verse 1: Young Noble
Yo, I've been
down
[Chorus]
[Kurupt]
If I had a million dollars then I'd be rich
If ya ho was on deck then I fuck yo bitch
It's Gotti in the cut with the Don
on the dick
Stand up on yo toes
Slowly rub yo tits
Slightly bite yo lip
Slow it down a bit
By now he fighting back
He bout to let it rip
Jump off catch it with
the and guess what you're it!
I told you size ain't shit you better duck quick
It's the replay of Chucky part two call it chuck wick
Some niggaz stay hard
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