Lyrics:
drop it for a bag, you just pick it up
You good enough, don't you ever think you ain't
Tell em meet you at the bank cause I know that it will get better
I wanna ball
I got a plan so I'm on the floor
And I'm not in the stands when my number called
I think it out
I drop by the bank, they dump out
Bang that beat
Testing testing one two three
I am your guide
Split-P
Hi ladies
She so thick
So dam sick with it
Curves like that make me want to go
showing niggas how to stance
Willy on the beat showing niggas how to lance
If you test a nigga then a nigga show you how to dance
Come on man you know that
pop
can you really meet mom n pops
in the coup we drop the top
by the time you caught my eye
you was mine i ain't gotta lie
yeah i get you drippy like
the name's, Strange Child
I'ma stay strange and I'm straight wild
Beat finna knock, when it drop, I'ma milly rock
Pull up in a minivan I'm not in no drop top
You claiming that you're hot but you're lame that sucks
You lack interest in skills so change that up
Just drop the microphone down and hang that up
nowadays
Beat that fuckboy ass and rob him for his J's
Free my brother yeah I pray he beat the case
When I meditate that money come my way
How you hating
Tell me when that. uh. yeah. uh. yeah
Tell me when that beat gon' drop
They said it all before.
but I really never stop
Yo. $lim. tell me when you
Oh-oh
Oh-oh
Oh-oh
(Blame it on Monster)
Oh-oh
Ha
Ice up on my neck and it's all frozen (frozen)
I'ma beat that pussy 'til it's swollen
This the typa beat make a nigga wanna talk cocky
All my niggas match poles and woods you cannot drop me
On the road I'm in yo hood you cannot pop me
dissin' a
Unofficial that smoke Woolie Thai
I dropped out of Cooley High, gassed up by a cokehead cutie pie
Jungle survivor, fuck who's the live-r
My
Say I won't go drop a double album, and rap double time on all dub-step
Got no producers, just me rockin' over beatboxin' by Dougie Fresh
Say I won't
hop on a beat
That's I say, "Huzzah" cause I know I'm gonna drop the heat
It must be celebrated, being dope this far
Will I ever stop? I'll leave that
bar beat, pardon me
I bet right about now you feelin' like Jordan down in the Jordan Downs
In fact it's crazy that you even play ball to clear your
that, Royce, where you at?
I'm right here Fire Marshall, verbal pair of pliers, I pry apart you
Lump on your head designed by a bar stool
Designed by
on me hoes fucking off the way I talk
I got this glizzy on me you can tell by the way I walk
He was mr. tough guy now he outlined in that chalk
Yea now he
times without even tryin
I'll beat that pussy up there's no denyin
Hit her where she doodie at, make that booty fat
Little cutie rat, walking by with
posed to be my patna, and that shit by any means
In yo dm's it was poppin', niggas slidin' like some feins
If I see 'em, and I drop 'em, would that make
to be music that did it
But then again times have changed man, who are we kiddin'?
I'm managed by my friends that I grew up with
I'd rather give that
During an earthquake, urine in your face
'Cause you're fake, ah, what the fuck? That hurt, wait
Ah, what the fuck? I just got struck by lightning
I drive fast cars, eat lunch by lakes
and meet a hundred different bitches when I drop new tapes
I had to sacrifice, get things right
In this rap
shooters that are watching for me.
I'm heavy, I'm colder,
Better me know, sir,
I can tear apart mc's
But I'd rather read a book on childcare by Keri
name all on her chest
Dropping hit right after hit
But I still ain't even drop my best
I know that's a nasty bitch
I seen hickies on her neck
I know
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