Lyrics:
a lot)
She been trying to see who been texting me
(Baby, you out a lot)
These niggas don't know I've
Been doing this shit, since a jit
Like dial up
on no one
Don't take no pic of me and this gun I'm trying to build my brand up
You and your homies really clowns y'all should go do stand up
You get
the mall
Nah, we don't do the food court, man
But I do stop by lately and
Pick up one of them
Lil free samples on my way to where I'm goin'
Y'all know what
[Chorus: x4]
Y'all don't know a thing, about my life
(my life) my life (my life)
In my life, a lot of haters talking shit
And I might, expose
We win, yes sir
We win, yes sir
And we win, yes sir
I believe that
With you by my side, together
We can touch he sky, see we win
We will be
Mix-a-Lot
'Bout to spend a mill on a car lot
Streets dried up
Get tied up for small packs
Niggas workin'
Phone wired up, don't call back
I'm
I could make it bump like this
See, I told y'all, y'all was gonna jump like this
How you not gon' know it when it hit like this?
Ladies, drama,
steppin'
They don't f*** with me and they don't
Y'all b****es can't catch me and you won't
Pay your fare, fix your hair, throw that p****
A Prada for my ???,
Leaches in the covers word to mother
Leave the oil
Y'all ain't slick y'all don't know that I done payed attention to all the moves y'all been making I
Strange Music! I know ya'll see us!
Ya'll saw that Forbes list 2 years in a row, nigga, don't play!
And we still doing it!
Harder than most
to make it rotten
Well-planned hits until you're long forgotten
Y'all niggas that utilize my style don't hurt me
'Cause on the low half of these
wife because of it
But I got this life because of it
Told ya, game don't never get old
[Sir Mix-A-Lot - talking]
Yeah don't grab the game bull by
Y'all know I got that potion
Like la da da da
And I be rolling with a hell of a clique
Drop flames, epidemics got the chemical mix
Now the catalog
to reminisce
It's funny, on how shit be
A lot of money, make y'all wanna come get me
But look here
I work hard for all the things I got
And to hang with
saying you seen a
Gown man pregnant before bARS
Let's get to it man philly stand up man
I know ya'll jumped on other niggas backs
Ya'll thought a lot
Y'all don't want, beef
No y'all don't want, that
Get caught up in these streets
Get shot up by them heats
y'all don't want, beef
No y'all don't
and furious
Had to spit some bars just to let y’all know I'm serious
Good music is lacking and a dude like me is missing it
Lots of money to be made my niggas
y'all nigga 'til I make y'all sick
I'ma keep lettin' y'all hate the game and the way I play it
Nobu dinner, she on my team, I know she a winner
Ain't
the scene, fulla tuss' and lean
With my sagging jeans, tryna bag a queen
Fuck niggaz with blunts, tryna get in my mix
Brown weed fulla seeds, I don't smoke
on the fourth day
You're so sweeter than sorbet
And I don't care what neither of y'all whores say
I got swagger that'll make your whore obey
I'm giving them them
Bus-a-Bus up in the cut, but you don't hear me though
Just when you think we done we hit y'all, we got plenty mo'
Blow!
[Rah Digga]
It be's the little
goes like this
Back when Mark Wahlberg was Marky Mark (fuckin' faggot)
This is how we used to make the party start
We used to mix Hen' with Bacardi
goes like this
Back when Mark Wahlberg was Marky Mark (fuckin' faggot)
This is how we used to make the party start
We used to mix Hen' with Bacardi
mix it with hip hop present it to disc jocks
Gift raps
And some of y'all heard O2dR's always going for the bars
and I'm sorry for the mixup
Only spirit
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