Lyrics:
niggas yell squad
K Camp screaming link up
300 niggas, that's 300 motherfuckers
Trying to get it in by the trucks
I'm a hot young nigga that'll take your
turning caine into rocks
And I carry two glocks so I can't be stopped
From the city to the state I'm pushing rhymes like weight
Pitbulls by
Man, the streets don’t love nobody (Nobody)
Man, the streets don’t love nobody (Nobody)
OOOUH! Me and my raccoons will put hands
On you and your
up by one time
And I'm back on my fucking way to county jail
Niggas tell ome on da streets
That my pussy for sale
Peter Pipper, pick a pepper
Yo I'm
my case
And i'm showing out over the seas
And I'm laughing my ass to the bank
I take the payment to cope with the pain insanely fucked up
In my brain
call me Dapper Dan
Yes I got a fan made of money up in my hand
And I got a cannon no Nick, and no drum and band
Hotter than some sun on the beach when
in New O, pimp Creole
The bricks get white like Andy Griffin
By the way, Me and Pitbull doin' terrific
Still got the blow, gettin' the doe no Bisquick
pennies, count them ten
Grab those pennies, count them ten
Hand of God, never come back up again
Let the river cast its spell
On me
(Hand of God, hand
try, try
Trying my best to see your limit
I get closer every minute
You can look away
Feeling shy
I won't let this pass me by
Oh, if you knew what we
up
For the summer
Come on, put your hands up!
I said put your hands up!
Like
She said to meet her
By reception desk
Send me pictures
When she's
free, constricting by the motherfuckin' boundaries
An ounce of weed or an pound of dro
Couldn't place you on the planet where
I'm transmitting life
So you can talk to me, don't listen to him
A body like that ain't hard to feed, cause girl I'll eat you up
All in a couple of seconds, girl I'll eat
the subs and 15's for the tweeters posted up by
The tray, like gangstas with the heaters
Gangbangin is my shit nigga
Is you still gon' be my homie if I
the tweeters posted up by
The tray, like gangstas with the heaters
Gangbangin is my shit nigga
Is you still gon be my homie if I get a little bigger
Fuck
The rap struck 'em, harder than gettin' hit by a Mack truck and then backed up on
And any half-assed known rapper to trespass
Better be ready for
me three strikes
Livin in jail, this is hell, enemies die,
Wonder when we all pass, is anybody listenin?
Got my hands on my semi-shotgun, everybody's
Anjuli Stars, Pitbull
This dedicated to everybody
That's lost somebody important in they life
Don't worry, they in a better place now
I fear not
need to take it back, fuck Viacom
Clear Clear Channel and Radio One
You muthafuckas programmed by the programmers
That's why you gettin' locked up by
to sell, people want them
I'ma party, I'm gon' dance, put your hands up on my body
On my body, on my body, put your hands up on my body
I'ma party, I'm
to sell, people want them
I'ma party, I'm gon' dance, put your hands up on my body
On my body, on my body, put your hands up on my body
I'ma party, I'm
Stand up, stretch for the stars
Get somebody else involved right next to ya
Y'all elected me to keep it so fresh for ya
Just cause I make it possible
Stand up, stretch for the stars
Get somebody else involved right next to ya
Y'all elected me to keep it so fresh for ya
Just cause I make it
Cant eliminate then join
Better ditch or participate
What's up
Greetings
Let me be kind
Cool down a bit
A lil soft like a dandelion
They tryna do more by
When I go out!
I'm going all the way in
We bark back like wounded pitbulls off the chain
Stress got me going insane
There no time to regret
Let go
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