Lyrics:
booed up like Ella Mai
And ain't no doubt she gone let me Pu Insai
Nine, six, seven, two, oh
She know the deal she go with the flow
Chilling in Uka with
booed up like Ella Mai
And ain't no doubt she gone let me Pu Insai
Nine, six, seven, two, oh
She know the deal she go with the flow
Chilling in Uka with
booed up like Ella Mai
And ain't no doubt she gone let me Pu Insai
Nine, six, seven, two, oh
She know the deal she go with the flow
Chilling in Uka with
have a banana daquery" says Tony Wiggens. Well allright, lets have a drop.. banana... we
says, bananna... it's a poof drink! So, fair enough, so there we
Fuck it up
Wait
Fuck it up
No don't go don't
You've let me down before
You've let me down before
I gave you chance after chance to prove yourself
You're
So called beef wit you know who
Fuck it he just let him kill all of our troops
Look at the bullshit we been through
Had the niggas sitting on top
we drink any deadly thing
It shall not do us anything
Not by might not by power
But by His Spirit saith the Lord
Not by might not by power
But by His
wit' work to flip
Smack, why you let us connect
Together? Like cursive writ'?
He a beta, I'ma alpha bet
(alphabet) this be a 30 clip
This clown be
Timberland boots, Air Force
And shell-toes
Who the fuck is them?
If I gotta pay to get in the club
I'ma go pop the trunk and turn
The street volume up
we ball hard
Look at us
I tell you niggaz that we go hard
I tell you niggaz that we ball hard
I tell you niggaz that we go hard
If you feel me let me
you never fed us
Let it go, we will never let up
Had to take a chance they never let us
We goin' keep the trap jumping til' feds bust
Who are you
I'ma go pop the trunk and turn the street volume up to ten
I ain't on the guest list, I ain't V.I.P.
I snuck in the exit, learned to D-I-P
My dress code
and scratch that break
Now just blow a little bit of that smoke my way
And let's go
(You are now smoking with the best, the best)
I said one more time for
The Bar-Maids and the Bar-Keeps, they keep it clean they say
By washin' all the dirty glasses, every-other day
Let's all go down to Donnybrooks and drink
I'ma see you in Hell (inhale)
Battle rap? Boy you wouldn't win a debate
The type of legacy I got
You don't get by mistake
Man don't let them amp you up
them?
If I gotta pay to get in the club
I'ma go pop the trunk and turn the street volume up to ten
I ain't on the guest list, I ain't V.I.P.
I snuck
Timberland boots, Air Force
And shell-toes
Who the f*** is them?
If I gotta pay to get in the club
I'ma go pop the trunk and turn
The street volume up
of the night time
Only find us at the right time
By the white lines, fuck a lifeline
I been goin' in that's why my ice shine
Pour it up, drink it down
Four in
[Chorus]
They got you soaked (that's right)
I see your cup up (drink it to em)
Let's get drunk
And get my fortune out of my drinking club
E-40 in
And the sets go up
And the sets go up
Hey homie, you don't wanna get familiar with us
Fuckin' over you would give me and my niggaz a rush
I'm sick of all you
the mainstream all those years ago
She went out of her way to be discreet
To keep us wanting more, to never let us
Look her ass directly in it's eye
That it was
got them cute umbrella-ellas up in our drinks
Take the red-eye out to Vegas, rack city's got them players
We'll find us an Elvis and get hitched by
It's cold by the beach
Stop the mockery
Let me live my fucking life and mind ur own just let me be
I got whole lotta weed we gon smoke and drink tea
paws up
'Cause you were born this way
LA FRANCE, Hands up, paris lets go! pont
Everybody on their feet, let's celebrate
My mama told me when I was young
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