Lyrics:
parlay and desi
E C the mob
Gotti and pesci
You fuckin’ wit’ 12
Like laura and eddie
Damn
Better make way
Album dropping
Niggas screaming may day
From
off IG, suck a nigga soul
Drake by my side, like a Glock, know he'll never fold
Broke nigga mad 'cause I'm rich and I fuck more hoes
Lil' bitch still
Yeah
This the remix baby
Philly stand up
North side
North side
We gonna set this party off right
West side
West side
We gonna set this party off
bitchy
But they pass on by cuz I got killers with me
Deep in the midsts no snitches or witnesses
Just a gangsta party with
The deadliest constituents
This
Prolly cus I am one
Spark up just to get by
Roll one up and them some
We gon let it rain on you
Turn yo ass into a dancer
But I got nothing to prove
Ain't
ran through by the guys
He want smoke he pussy I can see it in his eyes
I been smoking zookies
Me and Gotti somewhere fried
Couple grand to book me
If
Killing niggas with no feelings
Chugging a 40 while clutching this 40
Im hitting ya shorty, hitting ya shorty
Gone off the molly, We shoot up the party
Artist: DJ Envy f/ Jay-Z
Album: Blok Party Vol. 1
Song: H.O.V.A.
Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash
[Jay-Z] + (DJ Envy)
Yo uh, dim
city bus.
Never take five, 'cause, yo, when you rest, you rust.
Be advised, that I pack heat for beef.
I'm knockin' brothers out the box, and knockin'
what you got
Move it over here
Right here
Right here
JB's we'll be right there
Every time you want to party yo we take it there
You know we
could be godly
In a world so dominated by sin
And thin hotties with rims tell 'em then
If-If you got it
See i ain't Irv Gotti
But that murder incorporate
convict like Gotti
Back again ta spin that looney kid rocks the party
So all aboard my train or git soaked like sponges
by the rowdy, rough riff-raff up out
R-O-C
Memph Bleek
Jigga man
Missy, Twista sho' nuff
Yeah, yo
Don't get mad at me
I don't love 'em I fuck 'em
I don't chase 'em I duck 'em
I
sucked a hundred dicks its yo party the crowd great
Plus the hooker lies great sniff another line to get ya mind straight
Pull out the nine and start
What you tryna cop?
You know we still 'Got It!'
Not foldin' like Shotti
I'm gone just like Gotti
I smell like a party, next door right by 12, where
on Sunday, get killed by Monday
Turn that shit down, this the F in yo' city
Catch me a Benji, get popped like a tittie
Slow down when you drank, you might
Tyson ready to bite somebody
Baby said she quit, but now she back on Molly
Designer on my body-ody-ody-ody
White lamb, Yo Gotti
party
bust in a tomby i like arenecia yeah!
Or come from under your garments, yo chest and your arm hit
Pow, one to the head now you know he dead
Now you
can't get nothing from me
I keep it gangsta you can't bribe me with no pussy
We come from the mud and the dirty
To survive you must be grimy
Surrounded by
Pleightfour Presents: Location Unknown Four: Happy Hour.
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Uh yeaa chek it out
Eh yo, its time to change ur routines
Backed wen i wus age 18 with a dream
Back wen i wus bringing sumthin fresh to the scene
and a flow that never age
Come get your kool on, stars are made to shine
Stars are made to shine
Yo, I'm never sleeping like I'm on methamphetamines
Move
For all those Nino Brown niggas (yeah)
John Gotti niggas, know what I'm saying (yeah)
Niggas trying to run shit (trying to run the game)
Don't know
Yea yea yea okay
Big dawg in the building i had to come do the remix with KC mayne
Aye
If you a thick fine woman gone twerk something
If you a slim
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