Lyrics:
booty by booty by booty by booty by hay!
Wasn't it you who left me alone
Wasn't it you who called me on the phone
Wasn't it you who wrecked my home
head, be quiet, don't tip
Go start up that car, let's take us a trip
In the car with Lil Bruh its like two in the morning
Been knocking shit down since I
a nigga off his feet, karate
Bitch swallow up my meat, so sloppy
G-G-G-G-G-Unit
I make that fiend music
Extended magazine shoot it
Like them fiends do it
Shhhh okay
Back it up
Back it up
Shawty stepped off in the club, lil mama bad as fuck
By the way she moving, got these bitches mad at her
You can pop
said, "Excuse me lil' homie, I know you don't know mebut
my name is Windy and I like to blow trees" and
from that point I never blow her off
Niggas
chillin', loungin' at the crib, check it out now)
The, the mic is open, yo
For the Stretch Armstrong show, hosted by Bobbito
How should I start this?
sale
Sold much coke, got coke in jail
In the white Rolls Royce with my man Pharrell
This lil' nigga got beats too fresh to be stale
But I'ma take you
don't get along
Wasted so much time savin' up
Money on my mind
Ain't made enough
Playin' me for mine
Won't make it home
Stayin' by my nine
My aim is on
I
live it, come pay me a visit,
And I'll be somewhere up in the sky
My nigga it's 'bout to go down, oh
We fly, it's not lie, that we high, 'til we die, oh
Born down in a dead man's town
The first kick I took was when I hit the ground
End up like a dog that's been beat too much
'Til you spend half
Independent, we been jumped up out the porch, (lil bitty bitch) jumped up out the porch
We fly business, you mad 'cause you flying coach, (lil bitty bitch) yeah
(Boosie)
Kawhi Leonard, Damn he lost a braid
Skinned him up like some damn suede
Your bitch want to suck this marmalade
So she killed the shit like a can
Dot, what up? I heard they opened up Pandora's box"
I box 'em all in, by a landslide
Nah, homie, we too sensitive, it spill out to the streets
I make
DJ, please
Pick up your phone
I'm on the request line
G-Unit
This is a Missy Elliot one time exclusive (come on)
Is it worth it, let me
beat the block up
Them niggas hate, I'm hard knock
We spin the block so many times, they talk, run 'em down with that Glock 9
That Juvenile, that
it and quit it move along I'm done with that
Fuck up the beat thats every time I'm on the track
I'm feelin' like gucci in two thousand six
I'm feelin'
to stay
You end up playing anyway
It's okay
The kid's in shock up and down the block
The folks are home playing beat the clock
Down at the golden cup
They
the color of your
Energy
Feeling me
That forbidden got me feeling like I'm in the beat
Surfboard serve up the soliloquy
Pretty brown face - Jayne Kennedy
a beach bum
Shit is hot as summer. Another classic number
Everybody give it up for the funky drummer
And the beat goes on (and the beat goes on)
days of our lives
You wink, it goes by
So we'll just get it with no edits
And anything goes, so no time for closed minds
And free my Lil' Weezy
Need me lil baby, who gon' love me and touch me the right way
Need me lil baby, who gon' run up and jump up in the fight with me
Need me lil lady,
Boy! it nearly kills me!
What a show when they go!
Say! they beat it up either fast or slow.
When the sun goes down, the tide goes out,
The people
dangerous when you took it
Whattup it's the big boss Dogg
Snoop D-O-double-G, Eastside L.B.C.
And I'm bobbin to the beat of my O.G. homeboy Ice Cube
ever richer than ever call a Brinks truck
What the fuck you mean girl, it's two words bitch fuck
I beat it up, holding my line you better get it up
Buzz
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