Lyrics:
ready for that (Statik)
Detroit vs. Everybody
Uh, I took a bite out the rotten apple by the poison tree
All these females need to email to make noise
niggas
[Lil Jon:]
I wish a mutha fucker would say something
Fuck around and get your goddamn ass whooped
Nigga I feel like startin some shit,
and I
di 40
Me ah roll with some Haitians, sak pase?
Get paid in six figure, tell a bitch nigga
"Next time please address me by mi last name"
Mr
They putting dollars on our heads, crack our heads everyday
Mr. Sherriff take it back
I never done shit but grind boards and party,
how you gonna ask me
Forever we still slidin', I'm with G-Boy, Mr. Go And Get Him
Them lil' shorties dangerous, they've been blocked just for the hell of it
We gon' keep
Mr swaggy
Coming through so say we go killi party
Tell dem boys and de people dilly dallying
Say I dey come to spoil der physically
Yeah your woman
(This is an Ethan Swope Beat)
I just wanna have a good time
I just wanna live my best life
We can let time just fly by or
We can make use of this
They show love in the trenches, but lil' shawty tryna slide
We made plans for dinner at eight, so I put on a suit and tie
It's a party when I'm in your
the lil hoe tell her sleep with the fishes
I be washing these niggas like I'm doing the dishes
Up in the party trying fuck on yo' Mrs. aye
If it's up then
down the microphone, son, surrender, forfeit
Did I hear something 'bout a crew? What they wanna do?
You better call Mr. Babyface so he can bring out
LOCAL HOMIES GOT THE PLUG N LINE IT UP
AFTER PARTY WE GET A BUZZ AND WE LIGHT THE BUD
IF YOU KNOW ME KNOW I AINT GOT TIME FOR FLUFF AND THE CHAT
I GOT
an undisturbed listening experience
On behalf of Mr. Ross, we thank you
Please, enjoy
Whoa (ha, ha, ha)
Leave it to the pretty poison
I'm talking 'bout you
try Mehn I fit Wan kill am
Eh Well this no be abule
And also this beat wasn't made by Mr fun killer fun killer
Abena Di kwa too sexy
Eh oh eh
Her body
you say
Tonight you'll take a hit that's understood
From the smell and by what I payed
You know it's good
Them niggas with me, they from the hood
Now we
crew
Split wigs for a living everydays thanksgiving
Motherfucker fuck y'all rides, we slides we dipping
Nigga the tanks, driven by the colonel Mr
This that TBG shit (It-It's Dino)
Let's go
I keep shit on the low
'cause these nigga like to snitch
(That's it right there)
Come up in the party
no trace
Ridin that D made it feel like a race
One-fifty, my dash gotta get to the safe
Skippa n' Lil Boat
We got hoes by the mixture
Pro low my
a nigga, I popped in the window, nigga, died
One hit that one, no top, we should pop a lil' hop, too
I'm sick as hell, cause that nigga know his son died
[Intro: Lil' Flip]
Yeeah.. this is pimpin at its finest man
Ha ha ha ha, yeeah, let it bang
I go by the name Lil' Flipper, man
You know Mr. Like
I ain't trying to party with bitches
I ain't trying to party with the same niggas
I been by myself I been staying distant
You can't put me on no
party time
Woah
Look at me with those lil twinkle eyes
Caught me by surprise
Baby yous my ride or die
Hit my phone I wont decline
Head start I'm catching
Bad lil, bad lil, oh Bad lil, oh
Got a chop and i leave it on the scene
Got a bad lil bitch for the team
She want dick everyday, she a fiend
She be
The Treach DJ Mr. Mixx
(Word)
[ VERSE 1: Brother Marquis ]
We get the red carpet treatment cause we're well respected
Always accepted and never rejected
She ain't from the States
She's a real foreign
Shawty get thick and I'm here for it
So I put them diamonds on her, she my lil' fortune
Heard he tried
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