Lyrics:
lot of sh-
Poppin' that thing that she be on the (ha)
Gold in my mouth and got gold on my wrist (yeah)
Ho, you gon' shine if I give you a kiss
She
the public housing
(Man!) I got it crunk like Obama in a 'Fesco
Nothing less than the best, hoe
Nigga, let's go it's you
"It seems like everybody,
What a rush when I buck straight from this rhyme called cush
Give it up, what's up?
Tag Team's musics always in the cut
So c'mon let me see you sweat
God)
You should know, I don't swing that way (nuh-uh)
You owe me cash for the fame
I don't owe you no ass, okay?
We'll leave a nigga blue in
Yeah, yeah
Bitch i'm cozy
I was in the lobby with my twin and mr. Moseby
When you hear that engine roar lil' bitch, that's how you know it's me
Why
alone
That's when you move right in
And make yourself at home
Mr. Pain, Oh, Mr. Pain
We'll you'd think by now that I'd have learned
To see through
bitches better get right
Y'all lil niggas don't get paid
And you're reading level's on the 5th grade
And your bank accounts on the 6th grade
I never ever
'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
Though you might hear laughin',
everything that you find
By the way the girls call Mr. Good Time
I got two shot glasses and a bottle of tequila
With nothing but time on my hands
I got my
you gon' do with it?
I can give it to you but wha-wha-wha-wha-what?
I can give it to ya, but what you gonna do with it?
When I'm in Texas I
. Lil' One]
I got you bitch mothafuckas a shaken [shaken]
All up in your boots cause their fakin [fakin]
Listen to the shit that we be makin [makin]
Evil
Yeah, he want a hot girl Lil Des a hot girl
Yeah, I'm a hot girl I said I'm outside with my bad bitches, shakin
ass and titties You gotta have a bag
of punishment
Just call me Kaopectate, in relationships, I'm runnin' shit
So don't be comin' to me with that, "We can go out, you pay"
Cancel that bitch,
your drop
Keep movin', shakin', don't stop
What you doin', stay with it, won't stop
Til you blue in the face with it, can't stop
Til, it's a new day, dig
actin stubborn instead
Stompin you out wit da boots
Look at da shit dat you started
Smokin ya tree from da roots
Smoke everyday like I'm Marley
In my
rock I got her shakin hip shit
Bad lil hoe and she petite make her twist bitch
Dunk onnat boy call up shonny he 6'6
I'm a skateboy on the ramp do a kick
boots
I can tell pussy run deep in your roots
I can tell you don't got guap like the Jews
I can tell you don't got guap like I do
Got a fist full
to those of Lil' Rob
Is there anything you'd like to say to them player-haters?
And if so, what would it be?
[Mr. Shadow]
Man I gotta give it up to those
think maybe a ol' ten piece hook me up muthafucka
I know you got that shit
Yeah mothafuckin' Dope Fiend Willie in the house,
Don't give a fuck about
(Imma get rich one day, on my momma, watch, nigga)
Ask bro
He ain't see no hoe in me (Hell naw)
Boots on the ground
Real BOTG bones in me
I don't
askin' me
Hit skins, causin' catastrophes
Get pinned, by me and my family
Sip gin, fulfillin' your fantasies
In your condition I'm wishin' you'll take
wanna see me do it no hands
How you got a man but fucking his friends
Im back to straight snapping shit by demand
Look how demand got me back in the booth
my face, cause bitch, you are my son
You see me out by myself, more than once
Yeah, I'm the Giannis in this bitch, how I get my bucks
Yeah, you talk
smile, I can see the bitch veneers (cheese)
Man, that pussy got powers, that lil' bitch so fierce (so fierce)
Think about it in my sleep, that little
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