Lyrics:
[Chorus:]
All you niggas wanna be killas betta know wat cha doin
Open ya eyes while ya shootin
Ole scary ass nigga!
All you rappers wanna be actors
Betta stay
got the freedom) (Rev 1:5),
cause you've been saved by the blood of the Son (Wooe!) (Heb 9:12 & Col 1:20).
You've got the freedom from what you've done,
Swimsuits with green bags
I'm on the corner with my butt up, sellin you product
Women puttin theyself in positions to get cut up
Hook:
Up out'cha guts,
Jones be pushin daisies
But you slow and lazy, you can't fade me, that's the reason I knock ya lady
How you gon' pimp wit'cha dick up in her? I told
Jones be pushin daisies
But you slow and lazy, you can't fade me, that's the reason I knock ya lady
How you gon' pimp wit'cha dick up in her? I told
Oh, look out, oh uh, come on
What'chu like, a whole lot of, whut? (Tyrese yeah)
What'chu like, me on a, whut? (What'cha like, what'cha like?)
(c'mon) if you see me on the block holdin
(what nigga) if you see me rollin by
Remember that chu don't know me
(you don't know me)
If you see me in
Kunst er ok, det indre
Er ok, er kærlighed ok, er mindre
Er kbh en fed by, det er en glemt by
Glemt på den måde at vi tar hjem, by
Et hjem er en
Sweet like honeysuckles, country like that cha cha on the green
Jumping fences and rooms with large laughter
Original gene grafter, more and more ways
Trap nigga I came up by slimmin' P's (yeah, yeah)
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, get 'em
I just left the trap, pulled up
What cha know about me
Need somebody like Mesh
You was told before
Now you got some more
What chu know about less
Possible I’m perfect
Diamonds all
you li'l booty bitches eat ya biscuits
Get thicker bitches, I know some niggas wanna fuck wit cha
But it's plain and simple they like 'em thicker
show
Yo, I hit a right, dey hit a right
I hit da gas and leave dey ass bout 4 or 5 lights
Gettin followed by dese bougie broads, because dey like da car
I'm tryna have a conversation wit-cha fo' you let these streets get-cha
Show you a bigger picture then standin' on this block
You wanna talk well
This here a message homie to anybody who possibly gon' be in the
Club that I'm goin' in tonight homie... You better gon' head and get'cha
Shine
on white horse.",
Gina's a pretty smart girl,
hailing from the beaches of Destin,
She works as hard as her man in Navarre,
just to get ignored by him,
Oh Emilee won't ya leave?
No more hangin' round get
Out of me won't cha please
Kick yourself back out
Oh Emilee won't ya leave
Won't ya leave won't
ought to know what'cha gonna get in me
Just a little touch of star quality!
Fill me up with your heat, with your noise, with your dirt, overdo me
Let
taky moc dlouhý, cha cha cha
Wow, vlastně jste mi u prdele
Wow, stejně běžte do prdele
Wow, vlastně jste mi u prdele
Wow, stejně běžte do prdele
Wow,
own tears (nah)
Whole years I was slept on by my own peers
In the crosshairs of the people that I hold dear
So scared I had to conquer my own fears
nuttin' less
And if you ain't known by now I be the best
Ladi dadi we came to party yes yes
And while ya freakin' ya shawty let's just
[Chorus]
your fucking good up
Now step the fuck back nigga 'fore I hurt cha
Y'all niggaz comedy, funny to me like Geico commercials
I'm a G nigga, don't let
your fucking good up
Now step the fuck back nigga 'fore I hurt cha
Y'all niggaz comedy, funny to me like Geico commercials
I'm a G nigga, don't let
the floor I break out lights (I'm rocking)
I don't go by rules, I just be cool,I'm not nice (nice)
Why you rock with Gotti? 'Cause he changed a nigga life
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