Lyrics:
and go stick it to the man
Strike me down where I stand
Try and catch me if you can
First LA then Japan
When the fuck he gonna land
I don't do it for
Here go another don’t bring randoms to the rest
Cause why you’re setting up to hit
They setting up a lick with them stick up kids but I digress
Come
a good summer for me)
New York, Big City
of Dreams'
To get by, cats doing plenty of things
"Y'all don't really
think I can be
hot in the club
Y'all think
Yeah here I go
Keeping the pressure, transmit it through the measure
Every bar could go far, it isn't much effort
Feeling flows life like braille,
Quavo (uh-uh)
She want me to cuff it, I just wanna fuck it (uh)
She got a fuck-off bat' like J-Lo (big bat)
Hands on it, tucked, aim up and squeeze
a break, « I'll have an orangeade »
Tip of the J, hot like Miami Dade
Go through the oven, Allende, almost everyday
She froze when i put down my phalanges
write that down
Or screenshot so I can't lie now
Real dreams don't die out
I promise Imma make it bish
Like a good jump shot
Make that thing go swish
And that's by design
Sometimes it's dark clouds
Sometimes it's sunshine
Between love and hate
There's a thin line
Small minds take shots you dreaming big
Don't
κι αν δε σ' αρέσει you can just kiss the cook
Come have a closer look cause I don't play by the book
Γι' αυτό όλη μέρα τραγουδώ σαν το τζιτζίκι
Ronny J, please turn me up
Tell all my competition that I love 'em
But I brought 'em back just to kill 'em again
Tell all the listeners that I
Ronny J, please turn me up
Tell all my competition that I love 'em
But I brought 'em back just to kill 'em again
Tell all the listeners that I
Down here we like it big, on that Dirty coast
Big money swanging whips, cause we serve the most
We live by that G code, that's what gangstas do
Down here we like it big, on that Dirty coast
Big money swanging whips, cause we serve the most
We live by that G code, that's what gangstas do
Baby brown
Rasimcan
Bah, ha-ha-ha-ha!
Let's go
We are back in this bitch B-E repertoire
Holla back to my clique, I'm a rap superstar
me they call her venus
The other one was her sister named big booty Serena
One nigga, two sprung bitches, Stevie J style
Give you my reality so much
seems like
Gonna be one of those
Days come around here one by one
And that’s a damn good thing ‘cause if they don’t, you’re done
When the sun comes up
rtahaja matji bessif
(Father, nothing comes by force)
7deni o rfe9 bya
(Embrace and guide me)
Matkhlinish seeking l7nya
(Don’t make go out seeking
[Chorus - Juicy J:]
I'm gettin' fucked up, man I'm gettin' fucked up [4x]
A player drinking Maker's Marker, cranberry Vodka,
Maker's Marker cranberry
the bread don't cut, I put
The knife in, my left hand weak, I put the right in
And take my bars from J to Brighton, aah!
I see the lightning, I know sometimes
and
Just giving me a peek with her low-rise pants
Somebody please come hold my hand
Hey yo, my man
Don't be controlled by the strobe light dancers
Suckers
Represent
Knuckles all blasted
me and my sis all up
we go tthe top down
pop back
we dont give a fuck
[Chorus]
We got the top popped back
And the sun is
to be hard, but y'all ain't actin like niggas
Probably go both ways like a hermaphrodite nigga
Bitch mades can't get no love
I hit the highway like
the J, hopin to make a getaway
and I see the same two cops on me yo, these niggaz ain't playin
Bumped an old lady, think I knocked her old ass down
searchin' for the kitchen like a fiend
What I, seen, straight took me by surprise
Angela half naked not tryin' to hide
She saw me lookin', but kept cookin'
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