Lyrics:
be you
Arab be Arab and Jew be Jew
I'm all about the love Ma, coochie coo
Holla quick, snap pop dollar wouptie woup
You probably saw me on a bicycle
to open up to me like a door
Or when you take a shower & the water hits ya pores (Yeah)
Scream at a nigga come & holla at ya boy (Tell me this) did
I push
Gye
Wo to
Fa wo to b3 Gye
Wo to
6:36 holla at the boy
Too many calls So i never go de pick
Sendi me txt , ino de loe
Anything long wo b3 Di
i know dis nigga will and he did
Caught me slippin by the farris will and let me have
it right there my ole lady and my son right there
He aint care
like that
Lil mama ask me why I walk like that
Then she started hollin at me
So I holla right back (like dat)
She know I'm from ratchet city and I'm
12 o'clock – picking girls up
Holla at me, trust us, baby, we know what's up
1 o'clock – we hit the club
We're 20 people movin' in like: “What!!
No other dreams seemed bigger than chase
You could tell it by the look on all my homie's face
Ignore distractions
Baby complainin' that I'm a player
the walker
She's rare as a flyin sauca, so I'ts gonna cost ya
And if I neva had ya then I certainly neva lost ya
Your killin me, freak who you wanna be?
Holla
Yo ayo, she look me in my
Eyes when she suckin' it
Told her I would never trust another bitch
Gave her all the hunnids in the money clip
By my side,
bounce, roll to the skate ya rock
Hip to the hop and ya don't dare stop
Come alive party people, gimme what you got
I guess by now you can take a hunch
to me you know to me?
To me and the Rydas up on your family tree
Cause everyday is something new
Now holla at Bullet yo whoo whoo
Everyday except
'fore ya even went seen shorty
The automatic beast, keep him off me
Shit, holla at me, y'all know ya know me
Ya drunk with them 1600 DSOPs
(Be dat)
talkin' about
Aight, I'ma get lit up on y'all one time
When the honey's walk by
You know they always slippin'
'Cause I leave 'em drippin'
Holla at yo' boy,
If you ain't talkin money, I charge by the hour
cnd f*ck yo baby daddy, that boy is a coward
Started from the bottom but I'm up now
Say the wrong
The fuck you sweating on my final choice?
Aussie rules baby, fact is, the goals is beside the points
You dig? I'm deep, they shovel you shit by the week
We
to the money that relationship goals
Never will I fold, pay me what you owe
It ain't a cougar trine holla when I wave the 44
Money don't change niggas it only
Oh baby..
You can't fuck with me, not on these beats
Not in these streets, any day of the week
You gon see defeat, call ya all ya
That's what you
' back!
(Chorus)
You'll win by all means
Struggle for the cream
Hustle by ways of being
Don't let prophecy end
Don't let the Po-Po knock me again
Don't
a lot of gats; holla' back!
[Chorus]
You'll win by all means
Struggle for the cream
Hustle by ways of being
Don't let prophecy end
Don't let
' back!
(Chorus)
You'll win by all means
Struggle for the cream
Hustle by ways of being
Don't let prophecy end
Don't let the Po-Po knock me again
Don't
You should holla when you need me
Got a hand that you could hold
I was told that I'm the best man
She ever had in her life
That's the reason that
She
with me
Infatuated with bad hoes, don't like these dumb bitches
Only rock with real ballers , don't do crumb niggas
Ayy, I just ran through twenty
On your Zenith (I really mean it)
Killa, bag me more mutts, they actually all ducks
Caddy more trucks, it's Daddy Warbucks
And you Orphan Annie, ma, take
want to be runnin' they mouth, nah
You want to slap that hoe teeth out, nah?
They holla "Break yourself or break your mouth"
That's you that want me
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