Lyrics:
Lil' Jay on the track, nigga
Aye and you already know it's ya boy Lil' Scrappy
We finna have the whole M-F world, rockin' in dis bitch
Look
you can taste the win,
Do it again and again 'till you say my name.
...and by the way, I'm so glad you came.....
Tell me baby are you Wet?
Chorus:
Wet,
of blasted full blown
My unknown tendencies to mash my car
Getting wicked with my ski-mask, find the stash and dump
Why niggas run I'm the last one standin
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
at
On the case like I'm Kojak
Kissin the grits on that Flo bitch
Flip scripts take LOOONG shits - Raider Ruckus
One, I come with premeditated redrum
Gingivitis
rite up them jeans
Twirlin that ass lookin like I’m hypnotize by a washin machine
This shit is so crazy; this bitch is so amazin
Every nigga in tha club
A ghetto boy
That smell like ysl
Paint flos divinchi
I spit like tunchi
And I execute like im Freddy Krueger
Im in your dreams
Or you in visions
Martin
the m in monopoly
Philosophy writer Socrates
Monogamy relations with vibrations
I curve my tounge
While im popping beats
And Im all her in muffin like
don't wanna go to waste
I wanna go to bed
But thoughts I ignore lie at war with my conscious
Ay, lies that I'm fed
By part of me that's craving control
If it's money Onna flo, I'ma sweep it up
Mama says, stay out of trouble, you can't keep this up
I've been getting money since a kid, I can't get
[Main Flo]
I had to stay minal, when DEA stopped my gray rental
Incidental, my girl home watchin Jay Leno
Prophecize, I pulled the wise
Wit frame
on that do' and that X
(Down here) we push 26 sitting low to the flo'
And double deuces on a truck, when I crawl by slow
(This year) I'm gonna switch it
make you a overnight celebrity
Know what I'm sayin'? Come on
Why don't we play somethin' these hoes'll like?
Drive whips I know they like
Twista,
don't you hear me, pretty mama
Listen to what I'm sayin', bay-by?
Tell me baby
Baby, what's gettin' wrong wit'ch you, now?
Well, ya don't treat me
hear it by the couch?
Boogieman under your bed, not in your closet
Cause I'm not a homo
Won't drill no door hole
I won't make a peep, so you can go
I wanna be
Taking walks on the beach
We can keep company
'Till the day I die I'll be right by your side
Tell me why I'd leave if I'm calling you mine
Hum V (V)
I'm surrounded by these RBGs
(HEeee!!)
We get green, roll green, and eat green like sebi
Born in them 80's
I clown like I'm Bailey
This
thang
If you wanna do it then step
Your ass to the ring and bring on your boys
I'm takin ALL you hoes one by one
Hands flyin like bullets from a gun
I'm
paper all over de flo', hair up in a ugly ol' bun, fountain pen danglin' out her asshole, an' talkin' dirty to a member o' de royal fam'ly!
Girl! dis
a trap star
I'm a G boy, I asked my homey can I hit that
D-boy, sell a hundred bricks like a big sack
Trap star, one thousand pounds of the stank
(talking, Gotti I always hear you talking
About this Studio B shit
What the fuck is all that shit)
Well let me tell ya you know I'm saying
You know
in the streets all I could do is be me
With Flo Rida, nothing in common I'm not a B.O.B
(Hold up) hustle hard and I'm hands-on I'm a good guy that
the Remy we were doing the thing
[Chorus: x2]
Now I don't know about chu
But I would like to get wit two (ah)
Nice honeys while I'm chillin' by
Puttin' a clip in it
Trimmin' it off the women
I'm swimming
It's odd to me your words are kind of drippin'
I'm trippin'
Your flow's non-existent bitches
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