Lyrics:
I'm gonna take my time (time)
She gon' get hers before I
I'm gonna take it slow
I'm not gonna rush the stroke
If you don't know by now
Doggy Dogg
no place
Better get yo pay up
Why yall wanna put me down tryna pick yall up we gon take the game
Why yall wanna play around can't wait no mo imma make
Got me looking magnificent
Yea yea, IV
Polish on the Buick look great
Imma whip it through the sun and the rain, it go bang
Playa tried to hate but
done started somethin
Actin invincible like you God or somethin
If you god, then i'ma makes a lot til you rot
And if you a playa, then play for
kill me
I fuck with her because she my backbone, say she gon' heal me
Stay solid and get her to the cash my religion
I keep it playa, I'm just kickin' my
with the clique
TYT
Got the 9 milli by the dick
I'm
Gonna pull the strap
Cock it back, and get to gunnin
If you ain't runnin' you get it first
Bitch
I'm
Haha
What is an MC
If he can't rap?
And what is a DJ
If he can't scratch?
Don't worry about a thing,
'Cause my niggas gon' do it all just like
We so thuggish ruggish
(The motherfucking war iz on)
You better suit up and do like Krayzie Bone
'Cause the motherfucking war iz on
What you gon' do,
I just got a coupe, let's play show and tell
I just got a new plug, we gon' get this mail
Somewhere off canal, diamond root canal
OJ Simpson with
(i'an gon' play)
Now what you say boy? (now what you say?)
Yeah, Huh?
Now what you say boy? (now what you say?)
That I'ma bay boy, I'an even finna play
pack for free
Told em' playas ain't played with
So bitch don't play with me
Protected by this N-I-N-E Glock
Feel like shawty pimp
This one for them
Intro]
This one goes out to all sides worldwide
Let that playa ass nigga Twista be your guide as we go on a ride
where playa hatin killers
[Chorus x 2]
(What you doin'?) Nothing, chillin' at the Holiday Inn
(Who you wit'?) Me and my peeps; won't you bring four of your friends?
(What we gon
the middle
Bitch on my dick and she play it like a fiddle
Reaper by my side, finna have to come and get you
Showed his true colors, brody fruity like some
this mail
[Verse 1]
Turn my mail, I talk to rappers when I touch down
I'ma go by me a check with my bitches welfare check
And if I hurt her
of town, with a bad ass bitch
Yeah, big playa' shit, I feel like Ice Berg Slim
She gon' suck it in the whip she can't come to the crib, yeah
And I was humble
and just do me a favor
Always just stay on my line
Even in the summertime
When you steady looking fine Baby
Always just stay by my side
We gon go through
the night has gone by (by)
But still I find the time to put that bump off in your eye
Total chaos, for these playas, thought we was absent
We takin'
Nothing chillin at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?) Me and my peeps won't you bring four of your friends
(What we gon' do?) Feel on each other and sip on some
it's pimpy
Gon' play a huch till I die, so go arach from respect me
Crew thanger, Hoo Banger, Bad braw breathness
And divide hoes like the Looies
on top of ARPs, boy we gon' bury you
I'm too playa to get down on my knees, so who gon' marry who?
I'm so gangsta , I get up out my grave, I be back in
to school
You used to try and play it cool, now am I a fool
For thinking that I want her and that she want me too
What do I do, man these hoes gon' choose
the night has gone by (by)
But still I find the time to put that bump off in your eye
Total chaos, for these playas, thought we was absent
We takin'
Yeah
Banks
COTI
Yo
Hunnid dollar bills for sit-up drills, my benji' reps
Ignorant, and I don't give two fucks with Fendi F's
Learnin' by
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