Lyrics:
both hands-tied
To my backside
An' I'll still beat any other MC by a landslide
But the plague also had an important biological impact
The sudden death
Ay,
-Chorus-
Keep the stick in my ride
Keep the strap by my side
Keep the racks on my mind
Don't waste no fuckin time
Shot up like a rocket flight..
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
the bread and take control
The writing comes before the casting show
But I'm on now
Got the pitbulls riled up at the dog pound
I got the ladies riled up like
When he ain't so truant
I be out living life while yo man's so Truman
Don't think just move it
I bounce
Swoop another bag up by the ounce
Ya- ya'll be
*verse 1*
Ah am superior by nature, smart by growth flexible at my moves
Bars so visible to the third eye
So versatile am unique on my own grade
samurai split you now ya moms miss you
You in the backyard brutally eaten by five Pitbull
niewskazana no a skromność to już wada
Chcę jak Quebo klocków lego liczne
Płyty mocne jak tektoniczne
Zatrząść sceną tak że w skali nie zmieścił by tego
a change
Struggling day by day
Won’t stay the same
Because I gotcha
And I promise we gone find our way through
Live laugh and love
Give thanks above
Know
Written By: Michael A. Johnson
You can’t walk inside my shoes or wear the socks on my feet
I’m validated by the Lord & certified in the streets
I
Gator
Get inside
Let's go
Gator
Gator
Run
Run
Run
Run
Run
Run
Run
Run
Run
Run
Run
Run
Run
Run
Run
Getting chased by a dog down the street
Running
They say it's always darkest before dawn
That's why there's Pitbulls running free on a motherf****s lawn
I don't know where they came from or who
I might die tonight, but if I do I'ma be okay
And if I die tonight, at least I stood by the stuff I said
I got two graves dug, one for me and one
everyday
By playing the game like GTA
Not Miami but from a city of vices
Where rats size of pitbulls eat mices
So leave me to my own devices
To eat, pull
in Nashville
This not for the radio this not for the masses
This for the real niggas rappin
All the real niggas rapping
No filler you can't hide by
my head to the music, I got Pitbull songs on loop
Money-saving tips, but what's the point 'cause I'm still not rich
I'm like Money Making Mitch, if
memory is getting breastfed by the pitbull (what?)
I'm so busy shooting, I'm celibate
I'm moving like Meek Mill
Where you get them vibrating panties, is
mic I'm breakin necks
Run train tracks, like stand by me, lookin for any dead body,
I'm grip like a pitbull, leave yo brain gone like Muhammad Ali,
The deck and then blast the sound
And pull over by the playground
Uh huh, you the flavor-nigga flow
I roll with force champ, so
Don't get Pa amped
You might
the savage can't never tell a bad bitch a freak she too classy but shit I can tell by her lips that she nasty expensive ass panties grip to the ashies she mean
All you need’s a roller
Then you got your way to the fame
Long as your flow’s on point and
Your beats by Jack Swing
Niggas gettin’ money, shoutout
If I hear you gettin' chips, pitbulls where you sleepin'
Everybody on the fuckin' floor, I'm squeezin'
Click the four, grip your whore by her weave
mic I'm breakin necks
Run train tracks, like stand by me, lookin for any dead body,
I'm grip like a pitbull, leave yo brain gone like Muhammad Ali,
been?" "On a little vacation"
"Oh, by the way, congratulations
Who's the lucky man?" She said, "I got him on file"
Then she said, "It's Spice 1",
.jpg/217px-Arena_Corinthians_Opening_(cropped-Pitbull).jpg "Pitbull")
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