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(What?)
(Sh-Sh-Shake it off, or get banged on)
Gettin' my bang on, red strings on
Luis Vuitton kicks, Luis Vuitton frames on
Luis Vuitton belt
got me anemic, walking up in Neiman's
And everytime I get a new broad, I get subpoenaed
My baby momma mad and my girl look like a genie
I got racks like
nights had no songs
Why, because the D.J. was gone
Smiles you used to dance and sing around
Now were replaced by frowns
And it was up to me to solve
[DJ Quik]
And just when you motherfuckers thought it was over
I'm back up in this motherfucker..
"You better get ready"
"for-for-for for
Aye aye
Let me talk my shit
He on I off that Nigga
Bitch let's gooo
Sipping syrup
Tryna killl the cough I brought it Back Nigga
Aye sllimeo
I'm with
dummy brick, I compressed it together
Before he came already had a tester together
Think you gon' get one up on me? Never
I up the gun on whoever
My best
runnin
When my jam comes on DJ's just start cuttin (cha-ka cha-ka)
Rubber duckin, Jigga Jigga strip
Every name brand clothin off them T.J. Hookers
a club man we finna get thoed
Got the world body rocking fa sho so
Tell the DJ to screw it down for me real slow
Making a good feeling grinning
Gripping
so flossy
Guess it ain't no wonder I can't
Keep dese shawties off me
I know some of my exes prolly
Wishin I drunk call em 'cause
Bitch I'm up, bitch
all day, don't even own a script
Up at the house kicking back, me and Capone we lit
Watch that Rollie gliss, it's hitting off the fucking clock
I think
the Midwest, leavin' MC's lipless
On the Wake Up Show, make up no, stories about my shake-up flow
Put me off in a cipher? Patna, you can't fuck wit' the sniper
Flyer than a kite, I get higher than Rapunzel
Keep the Snow White, I can buy it by the bundle
Step ya cookies up, 'fore they crumble
Don't be actin'
Flyer than a kite, I get higher than Rapunzel
Keep the Snow White, I can buy it by the bundle
Step ya cookies up, 'fore they crumble
Don't be actin'
to a nigga like me
Run that shit back to the curb
Off a nigga, we'll see
In the cut
Sew it up dealing stiches no fee
Straight mixing up this shit
Bath
side to side (D-Block)
(Put 'em up high, dunk ride cause)
New York is back
Let me see your hands, wave 'em side to side (uh, yeah, uh yeah)
Put 'em
stay woke
Bet you love dreamin', that's the only time you ain't broke
Try me, .40 make you back up off me like Dej Loaf and Big Sean
Get triggered
hoes can't fuck wit me
La Chat got the gat creepin' up from the back
Chrome tone now it's on, never love a nigga Joan
'Cause I'm a crazy bitch cuttin'
and round
As the world turn
As the world spin
It's like the Dj with a record
Round and round
They say get the money but it never stop
Like whipping up some
em
And they come back to me cause I'm so handsome
It's a stick up get those hands up chyea
Max payne bout to bring the pain
Got yo bitch and there's no
off into a party with
A drink in my hand rocawear pants
But I ain't come here to dance
By any chance, has anybody seen DJ Clue?
Tell him I'm lookin' for
I'm the DJ
Not your Ipod
No Request Bitch
So Shut the Fuck Up
I'm the DJ
Not your Ipod
No Request Bitch
So Shut the Fuck Up
In my booth it's a no fly
blunts for me to get high
Feel a bump when I ride by (I'm so hood)
I got 'em hatin' talking like plies
Niggas keep dropping like flies
Snitching ain't
salt
Be mad, we back, fresh up outta the vault
Oh! New syl la la-bles, eat ball
You fuck-offs your house, your bitch
I'm getting sucked off
East, South,
my name
everybody know my face
when i step up to the mic
they know i rock the place
Make the floor shake
when my dj dropped the bass
Make
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