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out his front seat, his ass come back
Don't check his ass, baby, don't come back
Natural born shooter, I'm the club party pooper
Yes, sir, I'm
to something horrible
Okay we got quite a lot of stuff to do so come on let's get busy
The big fish is about to get taken out by some crazy little fishes
(Stop
[Cam'Ron]
Killa, Uh Huh
Heatmakerz,Yes Sir
Jones, Santana, Freekey, The Union
Holla At Da Boys Man Uh Huh
This Is Diplomat Records Man, Yes Sir
when I land
Taking off like a chopper, we ain't coming down
When I come around i make it bang
Flying like angel, I'm so high up off the ground
And we
Like a hot buttered pop da pop da pop dibbie dibbie
Pop da pop pop, don't you dare stop
Come alive y'all, gimme whatcha got
I guess by now you can
time to come and prove
Gotta lot up on my plate
Hella lot that i can lose
Its da money or ya name
Nigga what you gonna choose
Its da fame or the game
and inherited pain
Till our parents all show up in the mirror
Beyond the creeping sunrise, the oracular scrawl
Choke down your blood of Christ now, as the ending
brothers
Practicing the Santeria
Now I'm finally on my come up
I found me a señorita
She my lil' shea butter
I'ma hit it till the sun up
Turn a winter
she suck the dick alot
I'm fuckin wit y'all like Sir i'm in the mix alot
Singer* Background Singers*
Why'd you have to go and play yourself
Girl you
really have faith in the party that will come with you?
And how do you plan on keeping all the promises?
Man, if I'm being honest, Sir, I'm struggling
the kid hiding up in his room
Let me tell you ‘bout the kid who didn't wanna do, what?
Didn't wanna come outta the womb
Didn't wanna but I got a lot fucking
always come in wit da pack but don't shit talk
I been tryna fuck it up and down on my diphthongs
How niggas out here sweating ain't been rapping for shit
summer with the summer vibes
Yes sir
Mixin' frose, we outside
Mixin' frose, we outside
Pour it up, pour it up, ladies in the corridors
Drinking, laughing
stealin' your heart is like petty theft
Like 10 to 9, 3 to 2
I'll always be one up on you
Like nightfall makes the sun go down
CRAZY RACK laid the beat
a payment
I shake your subs till your face numb
And when the day come, my dogs gonna hit you with the (Woof!)
Assalamualaikum, ah
So Whatchu Want? Whatchu
My dream life getting closer
My Da asked was I in a gang I shook my head like no sir
I think all my folks can tell I switched the wine and soda
I
it
Till the sun comes back down
Till the sun comes back down
Oh yeah
Till the sun comes back down
Oh yeah
When you mix the girls with alcohol
Ain't it
a Dyson
Sucking out your blood like a spider till you dried up
Turn you into dust, clean it up cause I have to
I'm worse than your mom, when I beat you with
more
Further from the source
But the effort is applauded
Till it's getting late fast
How you taking your mornings?
Once the Sun up
And the night gone
fallin'-off
It's really far fetched!
I turn a little to a lot I make it stretch!
In come the Franklyn's!
Then come the Benji's!
Fiends by the crack house!
come to mine
I just wanna pour it up, pour it up, mix it up
Go up with a po'd cup
You know what it is
I be chillin' like a, like a..
Big villain, I'm
my section full of gangstas
Shawty look like honey, I might fuck around and taste her
She know her place, don't mix the side up with the main stuff
If
Smokin kush till the sun up
Don’t know what this lifestyle mean?
We do what we wanna
We hot like a sauna
(Verse 1)
I turn a hunnid into a stack
I got
caught up in the mix and I can't do shit, but still
I can't ride with program, fearing no man
Hit the car door let the door slam it's a blessing that he
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