Lyrics:
down and holla
If you tipsy stand up
DJ, turn it louder
Take somebody by the waist and uh
Now throw it in they face like uh
Hypnotic, robotic, this
the work
Told her: "hold that first, I'm gon' cash out, get mo'"
Down from the jump, hand on the pump, she my shot gun rida'
If a nigga want funk, throw
so good
Better by my lonesome, sure I know cause-
I can't even play with ya shawty
Make sense of the things you said last time we spoke girl
You
was in my bedroom writing my own version of "ambitions as a rida'"
Tryna vent with all my idols
Got a friend tryna rap too
Down a few miles from my spot
These are the niggas that I die for
Something go down I know they gon' roll
Got new money and got new bitches too
But no room for new niggas, I don't
down and holla
If you tipsy stand up
DJ, turn it louder
Take somebody by the waist and uh
Now throw it in they face like uh
Hypnotic, robotic, this
Head down, ass up; I’m in tha club lookin 4 a big butt
Head down, ass up; Oh shit, there it is shawty back it up
Shake that ass, shake that ass (aye,
down, hands down
Hold ground by yo' side when it go down, I dedicate this next dart
To my fucking heart
Little Meth he the best part, now walk with
Hold ground by yo' side when it go down, I dedicate this next dart
To my fucking heart
Little Meth he the best part, now walk with that one, word
Time
me on Monday
You buggin'
Thinking everybody gotta bow down because your off in your lovin'
If your on your telephone
And then she lose it when you
in my Impala, new Gucci and that Prada, gotcha koochie by the collar
(Well I'ma strip off ya clothes and lay ya down on the flo'
He fucked the shit
I had a big surprise today while in a ten cent photo play, I
Really saw my old home town way down in Dixieland It was
Simply grand, just to sit
City slick but still country rooted
I'm still the undisputed, voice, for them boys down yonder
All about the family, loyalty and honor
By any means we
gang, die for connect gang
Throw up spot slang, watch and let my nuts hang
Down with the 1-O, meet me in the jungle
Fly, gettin high by
*(Yukmouth talking w/Num in the background)*
Southwest Ridas playboys (Ya highness!)
Fuckin wit tha Luniz (tha Luniz are here!)
We back in this
I'll murder all of y'all bitches in da middle of da street
And I don't give a fuck if you don't like me
Straight knock yo ass out in to captivity
Down
I'll murder all of y'all bitches in da middle of da street
And I don't give a fuck if you don't like me
Straight knock yo ass out in to captivity
Down
Betta watch how u move round
Whole city full of shootouts
Dey can’t put dem guns down
We got a city full of gun sounds
Bitch it’s war time
Yeah
I’m on Dey
toasted
Find me posted where the vibe at
Rhyming over kicks snares and hi-hats
Hosted by Flo where the fire at?
Yo I been gone for a minute I’ll be right
like me
Freak like me
Freak like me
Freak like me me me
Yeah
Let’s get it
Top down now
Turn the bass up
Break it down now
To the flo now
Yeah
Ow
Uh oh
bout to hitcha wit dis scandal
Clock strikes it's twelve O clock
Bodies movin dance flo's hot
You shake it so dangerous Girl your so dangerous
Looked
get some pape they want me gone
Say its money on the flo we gotta go hit that road hah
Don't fold it tie my shit the long way
Gotta buss it down I can't
To who may need to know
That's her on da flo
Sliding down the pole
Wanted fo sho'
Both our hands wre up
Drinks were in the cup
She showed me some love
So
thoia thoia thoing
To who may need to know
That's her on da flo
Sliding down the pole
Wanted fo sho'
Both our hands wre up
Drinks were in the cup
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