Lyrics:
shake now
(Can you feel it?)
Can you feel it baby?
This the breakdown (Feel it)
Dj Felli I'm so so
(Can you feel it?)
Hey!
Lil' momma Cali, get married
shake now
(Can you feel it?)
Can you feel it baby?
This the breakdown (Feel it)
Dj Felli I'm so so
(Can you feel it?)
Hey!
Lil' momma Cali, get married
with America's #1 DJ, Funkmaster Flex
In collaboration with America's, pardon me, #1 independent rap label, Dipset
And right now I'm accompanied by
What’s the static my nigga?
Had to look em in his eyes
Ima actual killer
Took my mama by surprise
Said I actually did it
We ain’t them
Bitch I’m him
Bad lil vibe wear her wig like toupee
Treat every day like her f****** birthday
Girl how you look so fine on your worst days?
the grind lil nigga you gotta take it
I was taught to always get it lil nigga straight out the pavement
I was born in the 90s but hustling like the 80s
Now
Okay Lil
Okay Lil
You ain't heard shit
Okay Lil bitch
You ain't heard of me
Then listen you aint heard shit
I lift up my reppies
Wear no Hanes I'm
Got it by the bird and he got it by the quarter.
Cocaine,
So he keep one in the holster,
Colombian connects, so they call him Lil' Sosa.
Gotta try
Lil mama the stuff
When im sippin on that sizurp i just double the cup
Keep it fresh like old breezy with the doublemint gum
Hollaback when you need me
And I just went and bought you another one DJ Khaled where the best
I might go flex they gone see me "I'M MAKIN MONEY"
I told my parents come see me " I'M
friend
She ain't thinking bout no muhfucking man
Shawty got bag
Cars and career
Lil mama on fire
Cause she hotter than a heater
Errybody want her
I
belly
Know a nigga named Eddie, all these niggas so scary
I'm ridin', I'm coolin', got the chopper, I'm shootin
What? Yeah, young Nola, hot boy, look
she is
Ooh! Damn baby girl, look at you!
Comin on the block lookin fresh and brand new
Ooh! Headwrap cover your hairdo
Pretty feet peekin'
that i'm on my grind
She tell me that's fine
But hold on, lil' mama, you fine
I hope a opp don't slide
'Cause they never hit shit
I know they tired
what y'all
Say what!
To the D.J's scratch, you've met your match
'Cause were coming out fresh with a brand new batch
So taking you off into the galaxy
what y'all
Say what!
To the D.J's scratch, you've met your match
'Cause were coming out fresh with a brand new batch
So taking you off into the galaxy
'cause my name is Mellie Mel."
Say what, why'all.
Say what.
To the DJ scratch, the metro match
'Cause we're comin' out fresh with a brand new
Ooh, lil' boy got that heat
Everything big dog status, you know what I mean?
From the jewelry to the cars to the clothes to everything that we
DJ Chill, DJ Young Sound
It's going down in the mix like this
Ayyy (ayyy)
Snap ya fingers, do ya step
You can do it all by yo' self
Let me see
at 11: 00 y'all was
Leavin' 6: 00 in the mornin'
Cause them underage bitches had to be
To school by 8: 00
My belt always a lil' loose
To get a handgun
one from da valley, look out for 12 while I look out for family
Accepting jail calls on 3 way, whole selling like BJs, I send my song to da djs, dat
could show him proof Imma keep it mob ties
Don’t play by rules
But im potent I keep a dank wood While I’m floating
I be drippin I’m fresh out the ocean
a minute I told you
Yeah, I would like to know you
Yeah, you lucky like clovers
Yeah, the clothes no good
Mama I do it, your ass I pursue it
Just look
lungs up my gang, he load them slugs
With a pistol on my back I left the dope under the rug
Early morning get took off, Look at her face, she need a hug
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