Lyrics:
on plantin a lil' something in my shit
Just because you ain't got shit, bitch!
Give em a badge and a trigger and that makes em figure
That they can fuck
Anger, but yo that's Mr. Funkee Wallbanger
Concieved in the fire by you warned through disaters
The funky child was taught to the ways of the masters
Mr
coast worldwide
All my playas in the hood stay fly
And if your ballin' let me hear you say ride (ride)
[Verse 2: Lil' Kim (Mr. Cheeks)]
It's Lil
Excuse me lil' miss can you be my Mrs.
I'm just a nigga from the Rock can you dig it
Seen you on the 'gram glad you not catfishing
Shoot my shot like I
niggaz don't when they hit tha door you better believe it's about that show, nigga
[Twista]
Ain't no seeds in my dro, coming cold no matter what season I
think maybe a ol' ten piece hook me up muthafucka
I know you got that shit
Yeah mothafuckin' Dope Fiend Willie in the house,
Don't give a fuck about
'cause her ass fat
Hold on, hold on, you need to relax
You need to stop, take a breather
Why in the hell did I meet her?
She crazy if she think I need her
drop
Keep movin', shakin', don't stop
What you doin', stay with it, won't stop
Til you blue in the face with it, can't stop
Til, it's a new day, dig it?
you swear it was the real McCoy
Another Friday night in the life of a country boy
Aw there ain't much to do in the one-light town
But we don't let
Had work and I knew it - I come in your door, nigga
Tie your family up - they all got on the floor, nigga
By all means, whatever it takes to get green
the day by the time somthing down
Gotta get better believe I'm gone
Now you can call me the vampire type
Batman livin' in a cave no lights
Seem too
the lies in they lines
What lines in they eyes is fear
You hear? A coward cries when he dies
I was down now I'm up
They surprised by my rise
I've been out,
Issa mood
Three in the morning I'm up for a drill
Hit up my brother, he down for the thrill
Told me to slide on the '9 by the field
Get this shit
brew
Lil' Block, O.B., Squeak can't forget about you
B.J., Kiyay, Spoon-Guy we been down here long
Lil' Lynn and K-I-are yeah them boys real strong
ermerica!
Harry-as-a-boy:
I suppose you're right, mr. thing-fish, but you'll have to admit...this is a rather awkward situation!
Harry:
That's right!
Everybody give a cheer
Santa Claus is sitting here
Mr.goldstone I love you!
Give a cheer to Mr.Goldstone
Smith and Dale and Nathan Hale rode in to one
a mansion
Run it up
Can't prance it
Run it up
Then chance it
All money in
I rinsed it
Lil bro Moving it
Dancing
Big four selling Mans
Bitch Ima beat you
me feel like I'm a dentist (mhmmm)
I'm a menace on the block Mr.Wilson I'm Dennis (you heard)
I could drop anytime lil nigga independent (uh huh)
In
she came
And backed it up
She got skill it turned hectic
Ass shakin' she's impressive
Plan B I get my rest in
I beat it up no domestic
Told a lil
('scrace)
I thought I told you that (oh my God)
(Keed talk to 'em)
Stuff a hundred racks in the bag (racks)
Gucci prints on the floor mat (what?)
Which
to blow you fin to see
Gucci boots on her feet, Gucci boots on my feet
I'ma pay a lot tonight, shine and have a seat
[Chorus]
[Lil' Flip]
When I
Put a hole in yo ass, I see right thru you
Put a couple in yo casket cause it ain’t no sequel
Got you blowing in the wind like nigga I feel you
Had him
gon' play and she don't play it by the book
She gon' have you shakin' in your boots, you feelin' shook
I don't wanna fall in love this time
I don't wanna
now he sittin in a cell droppin quarters, nickels & dimes
Once your dawg gone, then tha cat gonna play
I seen lil momma in tha club shakin that ass
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