Lyrics:
your money pick all dat up by yo feet
See her dancing on her buddy another shot of Hennessy
Make it nasty as you want too if it was up to me
Drop hit
The rhythm's inspired
By moment's when we drunk and high
We always get fly in DC
Always in style
The fashion that we got is wild
MYWAY on the jeans
I'm a douchebag
I'm a savage
I'm an asshole
I'm a bad bitch
They always looking at me
Like some fat breast
Girl make that booty bounce like a bad
important nigga in the mitt
Call me Papa Doc
I don't wanna lil booty bitch
I wanna bop that squats
If Dre try to push up on my block
We gon' drop his top
If Pirus and Crips all got along
They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song
Seem like the whole city go against me
Every time I'm in
want smoke, they group fans
She gifted us with the pussy like December
Invest in that booty, my bag get it bigger
I'm a young nigga, but rich lil'
it's two of ya'll I'ma let the dice roll
It's the weekend, I could tell you been freaking
'Cause you popping Miley Cyrus and you twerking with your
booty, heads pausin' so fast, hey
I wouldn't trade you for the world, I swear it
I like ya hair and every style that you wear it
And how the colors
care about damage
Make yo booty fatter
It don't got no jiggle
It don't even matter
All about image
And if you ain't packing or don't got no money
You
a decent
And safe place to live (yeah, that's right)
And if we start dotting the
Black Community with businesses (YEAH)
Opening up factories
(WHAT ELSE?)
dat ass hit da flo'
Now, I got thirty-two flavors of dat Booty-licious bubblegum
Raspberry, grape, cherry
Come and get this, Honey bun
Yummy-yum, baby
dat ass hit da flo'
Now, I got thirty-two flavors of dat Booty-licious bubblegum
Raspberry, grape, cherry
Come and get this, Honey bun
Yummy-yum, baby
leaving with smooches'
And you know that she sliding where ever the crew be
So we making a movie
Uh I got the drop where he lay
Talking that shit then we
more sec
I think I'll be a wreck
But I'm not sure how to live without you
Live without you
Know I can't drive so I stumble home
Cars drive by playing
It ain't nothing but a party here
From the early evening til the break of day
So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way "welcome
It ain't nothing but a party here
From the early evening til the break of day
So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way "welcome
a hurricane
Strip club run out of ones,I'm throwin' twenties I dont need change
Every time she drop it, I'm goin' off to my pocket
Fifty thousand in the air, I
might guard him
with my man's type proper
Better learn quick, cause my clique don't argue
You ain't my crew, who are you? Beat it
'fore we take off
nothing to comprehend
When my nine talks
Chorus(2x)
-{muggs}-
I peep the devil screaming bk
'cause I rock for b.i.g.
Live like pop did, shells
a Mac-10
And rather live the life of crime
With my Bed-Stuy connection connected in two
It's liable to start shit too wild for you
Peace to, Baisley, Forty-P
I'm chilling, I grab the Buddha, get my crew to buy beers
And watch a flick, illin' and root for the villain, huh
Plus, every morning, I go out
pointsetta
And put him on the balcony so he could get a
Little bit of city sun just to quench his thirst
Plants gotta live too, 'cause they feed the earth
Just
never lose
I don't mind being by myself, but I'd rather be with my crew
Or in the stude, or with my family
Only child but I am grown so I gotta take care
it, gives a (uff) I'm a flaunt it
That (haaaa) got niggas thinkin I'm hunted, the bumbell
[Chorus] X 2
[Tech N9ne] (Yukmouth)
Yeah (Live and direct)
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