Lyrics:
to meet ya
Saw you pull up in the black beamer
I like ya style
Feeling all your features
Take my number
Got some things I want teach ya
Then Judy smiled
daddy just leave her?
Like abracadabra when that magician pull on the lever
Oh my
So what now?
What advice can you give me?
What advice can I give
rock out, I
Bitch know i pop i when i pop out, I pop
She call me daddy, call me poppa
Poppa smurf by the way i'll pop out and i'll pop you
Sell drop's
on like Luigi (& Mario)
How you from the 3Bs (huh)
But you don't know Ms.Neicy (what)
Broke niggas come around and get the hee bee gee bees (the fuck)
I
like crippled and retarded
I don't even know why I'm dissin' you
Alright, alright, alright
You stuck around this long
I gotta accapella for Azan
You
what that head game like
No she ain’t my only girl but I hold her down she a rider
But don’t get to cozy girl eliminate them feelings inside her
Your
'm walking out Rick
Walking out western union and i'm walking out rich
Signing the hitlist like a damn petition
These niggas be talking they don't want no
It's my time (Rick Ross)
It's my time (Finna' lay back on this shit man)
(Dade County dope boy)
I'm not a slim thug, I'm a fat mack
I don't
you I was back
I ain't Rick Ross but I keep a big stash
I ain't Santa Clause but I keep a big bag
I don't fuck with Apple but I keep a big mac
Who am I
gettin' money or ready to die
B-I-G, give a fuck if you Chi-Ali
You got it and you keep it tucked if you be by me
Do the job, better known as the Charles
days
Baby I'm trying to do it all night
All night
So tell your mama don't wait up you gon' be home late
So tell me what we getting into
So tell me
Look like I don't take a loss
She dance on the dick, do the floss
Money big Rick Ross
Make 'em jump Kris Kross
Polo fittin' lacrosse
Got me drippin' hot
was way back
To buy a bag of chips, I scrapped up cents to get lays bag
Like since I got a beard just like rick ross I need a Maybach
My dawg whipping
the sauce
I don't lift a finger
I'm a fucking boss
And my pockets fatter
Yeah they fatter than Rick Ross
And I swipe, swipe, swipe
Could give a fuck about
My double cup is so dirty
And the clip hold a thirty
I don't know which one you working
I don't know which one you working
But we know fake when we
lading boy I'll bomb the state
I ain't come to stay I gotta post bond today
2 million in the bag, I ain't wanna brag
You don't know the feeling when
from her last four-digit
Shit sound dope, go for broke, get it spinning
You know I'm finna go and I don't know if I'ma stop it
Run up in the middle get
baby boss
Baby boss (ooh)
Breaking that when you find her
Oh, I'm just missin' lil' Anja
Appetite like a monster
I can't ride in a Honda
Niggas
none of ya business, how i do ma business
Just shut down your shit, sit-down and listen
Don’t fuck with me if you don’t like my opinion
Check mate i win
baby you know that you feel me
I can't fuck with these niggas, they might try to kill me
Don't tip over like water, lil' baby, don't spill me
When I get
buried ya dog brains
y'all ducks want the birds if not just keep walkin'
Got the top down and I'm feelin' like Steve Austin
You know the routine,
before
And I told her (go where you wanna
Go do whatcha want to do, I don't care)
And I told her (go where you wanna
Go do whatcha want to do, I don't
before
And I told her (go where you wanna
Go do whatcha want to do, I don't care)
And I told her (go where you wanna
Go do whatcha want to do, I don't
need to Spend
And if you were too ask for money broke boy Come and ask for lean
You ain't ever do this shit like us, you always Gon' pretend
And I know I
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