Lyrics:
bitch ass, nigga
We hold dolla bills round this bitch, holding
Ain't a god damn thang stolen
Big Moe, that's my motherfucking nigga for L-I-F-E
So
I'm no authority but I know the D-E-A-L
When it comes to dealin' with the females
What you got they want, cash is what they need
Slip sucker
+ (Ja)]
J-A-are (yeah) you-L-E (what, let 'em know)
(Who else you thought it would beeeee)
(All my b****es with me say)
J-A-are, you-L-E (what's
[Chorus: Ashanti + (Ja)]
J-A-are (yeah) you-L-E (what, let 'em know)
(Who else you thought it would beeeee)
(All my bitches with me say)
J-A-are, you-L-E
E-S-P
From M-P-3 to L-C-D , a-d-d X-T-C , I A-M E-B-E …
He’s on that Est(he)rogen “Bitches!”
I’m on that entheogen , “Which is?”
Parasuicide by
a rug
Bitch niggas want to know if it's true
Let me tell you motherfuckers who you listening too
Its the I dot get shot C E
Big D reload flip the clip
across, cracks is fallin'
My pockets is lean, clean when I vanished off
Took off, made track look easy
The walkie talkies them D-E-T's had, black, they
A S A P, F E R G
Big Tigger, I'm jigga, and you know me, D
(ay)
Lamborghini dreams, bitch I mean what I say
Do it for a purpose, you just her by mistake
Put
Daddyo
He gotta be ridin' in a be -E-N-T-L-E but why?
Cause you see a young nigga like me out doing it
Want to come & put ya two in it
Want to ruin it
Like B I double G I E, with some R U L E
Notorious know to bust in your E Y E, baby baby
Bitches know they love and hate me
I come, you come, we
nothing (Nothing nothing)
It's nothing (Nothing nothing)
It's nothing (Nothing nothing)
It's nothing (Nothing nothing)
I n d e p e n d e n t
Yeah you know
cars by the date
So fuck what you heard, I'm the man girlfriend
Pullin' up in racecars, this nigga just got a Benz
He on 106 New Joint, I'm on MTV Big
Attention, ça risque de piquer un peu
J'kick sur d'la trap mais j'peux donner ça à
L'ancienne tah l'époque Fu-Gee-La
J'veux y aller tranquille
Mais
M-E-L-O-D-I-E on the mic check
Well I'm up in your face like the wind from a blizzard
Got my wrap around your throat, like you're chokin on a gizzard
If
ah D?
She said, "You tried to play me
like Big Dad-dy."
I said, "I know your Tribe,
I Called and re-Quested
for you to be manifested."
She said, "You
thigh
Leg by leg and
I guess.
Ain't no way to get ya out
Your so caught up S-E-X-U-A-L - sort
Of a freaky situation
With a peppermint twist
Ricky
cut for me, deal me, touch me
L O V E, E to the F to the R T Y
I spits the shit from the T O P, it's me, the E
Droppin' it nuclear all the time
openin' for me, but they ain't even wanna see
Who I be, Nikko M-I-L-E-S
Yes, guess again
I been sneakin' over like Mexicans to the border
I ain't never cook
R.E.P BIG PUN
Parapluie en été, j'éblouis le sun
On fume, eux ils ont pris le seum (On fume, eux ils ont pris le seum)
Ça cogne la prod, mais je reste
(Texas go hard)
Crooked I (Let's get em)
Yeah Eastside of a red L B C
Pumps in my trunk on my L T D
Sipping on that Hennessy it helps me breathe
Who's
(Texas go hard)
Crooked I (Let's get em)
Yeah Eastside of a red L B C
Pumps in my trunk on my L T D
Sipping on that Hennessy it helps me breathe
Who's
, and umm
Fuck a A-C-T, R-C-T or S-A-T
Cause a nigga like me, ain't get no P-H-D
I'm wanted by the A-T-F, plus the I-R-S
Put you in E-M-S, bloody like P-M
Getting shit popping, best watch your behavior
I'm styling like Virgil on fashion week
You styling like you going trick-or-treat
Rocking my V-L-O-N-E
Some
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
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