Lyrics:
bubbly
Screwed tape loud while I'm swangin' by the crowd
And the dro'' got me how it feel like I'm in a cloud
I'm a H-Town nigga.
Reppin' for P
Stud, Boogie
Used to hate school, so I had to play hookie
Always been hip to the B-boy style
Known to act wild and make a girl smile
Love New Edition
Im connected with shooters from philly
It's a wild ass jungle this shit could get tricky
Them boys don't play bout me they get busy
Don't fuck around
She says I got that wild in my eyes
I just wanna see that prize in her thighs
Something about you, boy, can't lie
Try put a finger on it, how hard I try
Ireland needs a vision, an aisling
To move on from bacon and cabbage
Potatoes, leprechauns and jaysis Mrs Brown's Boys!
My Ireland is checking itself
After
I've been going crazy
Without you lately
Oh, baby, come on with it
Drink a little drink, sing a little song with it
Show me that wild side down by
I'm going all in
I'm going all in
That money calling
Ion care about popping out
So lately i been in my bag
I'm a king in this jungle a wild beast
heat now
And I ain't in the mix
Movin' P's and keys now
'Cause I could make a hunnit-thou
Fuckin' with beats wild
You not in my ball game
You dudes is
still spit fire again, But fuck a Robitusin
So don’t turn your music down, I’m with my boy, L
‘Bout to drop a few bars I guess you can tell
Benj watch
lifestyle
Her baby boy got popped cuz he got wild
How these niggas run the city they took our sound
He had P's but we took them now they our pounds
Trying
You know
I never did understand why they always told me to smile
Shit
It ain't too much shit I gave a smile for
Real talk
Yo still a asshole by
You know
I never did understand why they always told me to smile
Shit
It ain't too much shit I gave a smile for
Real talk
Yo still a asshole by
like a drop top
Whoop wop, mama cita you looking too hot
You shop, as by wild on fire
I ain't gone lie, I wanna play with that tie
'Cause I'm
real.
I'm 'bout to do my thing to shine.
Said everybody
Shine.
See'mon."
It's not luck that I'm sittin' here
Spittin' for y'all.
Preeld in by
bamisoro je kin mo'nu e
S'oma telemi abofe kin te le funke imo inu e
The decision is yours no be by force no be must
But kan mor p'emi toh finshakor lon
niggaz in and out the P now
Yo, I could do this mother shit for a while
I don't give a fuck, my rap style be true, yo
Yo, eh yo, yo, yo, how we do this
niggaz in and out the P now
Yo, I could do this mother shit for a while
I don't give a fuck, my rap style be true, yo
Yo, eh yo, yo, yo, how we do this
Surrounded by high def screens/ screaming out sex and violence
My only friend, a man who seems both robotic and organic
Showing me artificial gestures
pride? I survived Bitch, surprise nigga! Wild wild west the globe I see you chillin but my Kool Mo D-E-E-P freezer cold. Blessed beyond reproach. This
shawty she be jarring, like she in a pickle
That boy steady be floppin', need a pickup
They calling my phone, but I won't pick up
Okay make 'em go wild
swangin' sex so wild
We be messin' up the bed frame and
Sex so wild
She be leavin' with her leg shakin'
My man Scrilla on this beat
We keep your heads
they're down with us
Ms melodie, she's down with us
Just-ice and dmx, they're down with us
My manager moe, he's down with us
Castle-d boy, he's down with us
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
Just like Vicky
I cannot fuck with the bitch
Please don't temp me
I get petty
Square ass nigga jack he been ready
Trapped by his Queen but the boy ain't
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