Lyrics:
shredding it to flakes
And the velocity of trends is what referees the pace
Professionally accept what ethically I hate
So in all of my work you see this
up any beef with my madre
But in my mind, today I'm Beyoncé
I don't wanna hear whatever y'all say
I'm a beast, give me monster, no latte
Wearin' all
(pitbull)
Let me start by telling you I love you wit all my heart
But I cant understand the reason
Girl you and me were supposed to be for ever and ever
Watchin' my niggas gettin' wild off a shots of Patron
Uh, know you feelin' me, you can't handle the chick
Watchin' the bottom, take never puttin' your
On, on my love
Put a limit on my love
Now I'm sipping from this cup, hold up
She put a limit on my love
I can't listen well enough
Now I'm
Somebody pass me that patron
I'm going out tonight
Finally get in my zone
I just dropped some dead weight
Yea that lil hoe did me wrong
I'm on demon
(Oh)
Liquor in my body got me feeling kinda rowdy
Whip up in the masareti, got me leaning while Im driving
Triple shots of that patron, it got me
in the breeze, suicide
With my friend
By my side, the gun is imaginary
The knife's downstairs and I have to carry
When I pick the shit up
It’s gone,
the next move
So shawty wassup
Smokin on gas
Got patron in my cup
Talkin nonsense (till a)
Niqqa pullin up
Lookin in your eyes (tell me)
That you trynna fuck
The fuck you waiting on man
It's Goin' Down
Hey, hey, hey, hey, for real
Goose got me loose
Gone off patron
Money in my pocket
And I'm all up in
fiend
She thinks I'm so lovely
I got a 40 in my cup baby
Who she tryna f*** but me?
I'm a pretty boy coming straight outta hell
Make some damn noise if
don't throw my money in the air
But I make that money rain
Mami, boy that thing so fatty
Look like an orangutan
I just wanna play up in it
Get it wet
cut
Now they tall
Switch the rounds now what they call Pitbull
I see them in the club with the dime every time
Yeah that's right that's me...with
by force I sport
To go and cop sum ice
Designer on my mojo
I live in the spotlight
Real street nigga ain't no flaw
Yung future gotta keep dat raw
hate me fall backkkkkk
No choice by force I sport
To go and cop sum ice
Designer on my mojo
I live in the spotlight
Real street nigga aint no flaw
pulled up the man of the year is here pour me a cup of patron
Im never gon fold
I told all my niggas im blowin up wait for the tour
Way i trap i should
of ecstasies on me
Lettin? people in
'Cause everybody in my party is VIP
We gone shot patron for free
Your night of ecstasies on me
Come on to the VIP
Halle
Stuffed my face
And sadly now I can barely run
Mighty English oaks felled
By burger buns 'cause
We're world cup match fit, match fit
World cup match fit,
Niggas never easy
On the toe bruh
Hit up
Lit up
What you got up
In your cup
Hop up in the whip
Skirt off with the grip
Shawty know
How I like my shit
Yeah..aye it's GT nigga we checking in nigga..aye my young boss nigga Tommie man we finna turn this shit up..
This one fa the city bitch we turnt...
you in the fantasy
I hope no shit pop off
While we grindin and I'm trying
To get my rocks off
Hope them haters dont coma at me thinking my blocks
like it when I smack it
Got you in the fantasy
I hope no shit pop off
While we grindin' and I'm trying
To get my rocks off
Hope them haters
of the hustla
(chorus)
(cassidy)
yeah i go by the name of B.A.R.S
My album be in stores November the 6
It's celebration time
Ne-Yo, Kanye, Swizz Beats, i
Sangria in my cup no corona
Couple 10s walking by im like hola
This one lil shorty got an accent
I'm sitting there thinking like ouuwee
She wanna hang out
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