Lyrics:
Yo, Yo... what was i....?
Ladies pukin' when they see me, 9 out of 10 women
But the one freak who about it, I put my thing in 'em
X 3
Ladies puking
the semen, stop acting like boys and be men (be men)
How you gon' win, when you ain't right within? (How you gonna win?)
How you gon' win, when you ain't
, I'm a savage
They call me a maverick
Yea home boy, I'm a savage
I tell em do not get in my way
You better move when I'm doing my thing
I'm coming in
Doing what we gotta do to make a profit
Keep that thing on your
Waist cause niggas poppin' hesitate cuz
They'll let you feel them shots boy
(Watts boys
that circle Piazza Saffi that the bodies of <em>La Banda Corbariem> were hung, a group of partisans executed after being captured by Nazis
can tell when you've got it right
Watch him 'Cause when it's right
He sings
Oh, a little red light (Shake'em on down)
A little green light, oh
And even buy you a bottle
Yo niggas don't ask how the top feel?
When you keep em' right beside you
My pockets got paper on paper
This shit just look like
issues psychologically
It bothers me to hear the things
Robert be doin' in privacy
Do you be viewin' child pornography?
You seen the sex tape?
Well, you
don't know why
So I'ma have to let em know who you lil n***** owned by
U dance to my songs like a little cheerLeader
Now you want to be a rapper
But
Any city, any block, any boulevard
I survived, no lie, I'm a ghetto boy
I can tell ya 'bout the do's and don'ts
Can make it anywhere I go, so lose I
And be protected by No Limit tanks, soldiers with K's and hand grenades
Could you recall a soulja that used to be crawlin'
Now I'm ballin', don't plan
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
a Beretta, case of the pressure (brrt)
I tell the plug mail them
Which way? dat way, tell 'em, aye
Hold up, get right witcha (I'ma get right witcha)
Bad
looking above here
I see nobody but god here
Right now im feeling like god I'm the one you just follow what ever we got oh god now
Tell em we going up
We
and you know we gone rock it
1 thing I learned trust nobody
Do a 360 watching everyone around me
I thought about the worst and my chest skipped a heartbeat
I tell em be modest (Yo I try to be modest)
I tell em be modest (Man I tell em be modest)
But they like "Fuck that. Been getting my dollas
Bitch I'm
Uh-oh, uh-oh
You know how we do it
Weezy and Petey, baby
Ya'know
This here is 500 Degreez
Holla at 'em, dawg
'Cause I know I ain't dreamin'
on now
As we proceed, to give you what you need (yeah)
You know I like it when your body goes (bump, bump, bump)
Bad Boy, B2K
Yo O, talk to 'em, playa
on now
As we proceed, to give you what you need (yeah)
You know I like it when your body goes (bump, bump, bump)
Bad Boy, B2K
Yo O, talk to 'em, playa
And the women say damn, them niggas don't say a damn thing
Boy I bet that shotty make you bounce like a bed-spring
Walking a thin line, gotta defend mine
I don't know how much work I gotta put in to get it
Or how much patience I'll need
Somebody tell ‘em the boy SAP bout to get real on this beat
Been
room tonight
I don't always do the right thing and I ask you to forgive me
'Cause I need you here wit me, without you in my life, it's empty
I think
kinda loud from the muffler
Like DAMN when I profile at the Rucker
Bitches (Got Game), I'm (Above the Rim)
Call my gun Magnolia Soulja Slim
Do "The Freak"
just a few
Million people tryna get next to it
Tryna slide in the DMs or maybe send a text to it
But ya boy's right here you know I got you got you
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