Lyrics:
them blues out the safe
Put like 2 in yo face
I’m known to tattoo til I’m blue in the face
I’m pretty taboo when it comes to you lames
Fuck if you coo
Aye
We lighting up a doobie after this
(Thats right)
Hop in the Benz
And roll
40 Racks Nuthin New
Shawty I ride
For you
Shawty I die
For you
we gon' do it) we're gonna stand by
This one's for North Carolina, come on and raise up
Take your shirt off, twist it 'round your hand
Spin it
Hook x2
Senorita porfas, pretty please can I have your number,
Finest That I’ve seen since I came out of my mother,
Diamond in the rough, you stay
the pretty bitch go (Which way)
Better watch her little nigga
For she Put you in the picture
She gone catch a motherfucker by the toe
Everybody trying to make
the whiskey
With the shrooms, now I need a little booze
Just so I can hit the snooze
Who's shoes should I choose
Got a couple fucking screws loose
Who's who
You
ain't met her, but I get her when I do
Let me tell you about a girl I love
She stay at home cause she hate the club
Baby but, pretty little features
I
her, but I get her when I do.
Let me tell you about a girl I love.
She stay at home cause she hate the club.
Baby but, pretty little features.
I
to me
Lord, I done told ya
Pretty little thing riding by in a champagne Corolla
Asked the boys on the corner
Did they know how many them things you
today, look
Gun on my waist, huh, I bet
I shoot up the place, huh
Or maybe I won't, huh
Bad little bitty, Casamigos and I'm
All in her kidney, huh, huh
I
Louisiana by the old bayou
Everybody grooving on the Zydeco chaud
Little bitty baby and her old grand ma
Digging on the rhythm of the Zydeco song
Come
just so round, it's like, out there, I mean— gross. Look!
She's just so... black!
[Sir Mix-a-Lot]
I like big butts and I can not lie
You other brothers
boots for high heels
And play your little bitty dress up game
This broken world don't owe you a thing
Your old man would be ashamed
If I put you on ice
shoot a fake one
I was in the field with you, had investigations
I was down to kill with you 'bout your reputation
Let a little bitty Beretta scream,
like out there
I mean gross, look
She's just so, black
I like big butts and I can not lie
You other brothers can't deny
That when a girl walks in
With my brothers by my side
A pretty thing on my mind
Sun shining all day long
Brothers take me back home where I belong
You been feelin alone brother
butts and I can not lie (no lie)
You other brothers can't deny (I won't)
When a girl walks in with her itty-bitty waist
And a round thing in your face
other brothers can't deny
When a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist
And a round thing in your face
You get sprung
When I pull up front
Cuz you notice
Serving all these streets, hoes all through my phone
Young, dumb, nobody by me now I'm always focused on my queen
Always smoking with my team You
Me and brother Bill was goin' a fishin' down to the river one day
Had a can of worms and a willer pole a big can of minners and a lot of sourdough
gone send you to doctors
Relapse and prescription I go missing
Till I tap out
Let's go the strippy with the sippy
Till I cash out
Lips is looking pretty
Let me see what you about
Ok, I'ma fly you out
Walk your pretty ass in my house
We ain't even gotta fuck on the first night
Baby we can live, yeah, I
been a-ridin on the Tennessee stud
I had some trouble with my sweetheart's pa
One of her brothers was a bad outlaw
I sent her a letter by my Uncle Fud
hand
I don't understand how these niggas tote pistols but scared to shoot back got damn
This song gone distinguish a little boy from a grown ass man
I
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