Lyrics:
Que pa'o
Baby, dime what's up
I'm down con Pitbull
Y Lil' Rob
Y ya tu sabes, nos fuimos
Hondel
Dale está abajo y se mean el jumper
Rompe la
Boot up on Molly
Don't roll by me
Kill a nigga
Throw away the body
We all in her pockets
Her name Polly Yeah!!!
Dat lil hoe sloppy
Lil bruh she not
know you gotta prove it with me
Check the stats ain't just rumors wit me
None you niggas vacuum sealed them xannies
Hit maneuvers with me
Hadda tell lil
Based freestyle based freestyle 2018
Lil B in this bitch, you know what I'm saying
Based freestyle yeah, BasedGod!
Niggas hating on me today
What
they love it they say i look trim
Don't try to rob me lil nigga you see that shit poking yea that shit right on my hip
Niggas be screaming that we shit
straight as it get
On facebook they g as can be
On the streets you a shakey lil bitch
But I ain’t gonna play wit them words
Cause I’ll really spray up some
I'm Lil Tay-K, I don't think you want no action
You want action, you get turned into past tense
Your boys deep? Well let's get to subtractin'
Choppa by my side can't hurt my pride
Riding with this bitch and I put it on god
Nigga say he down to ride but he never outside
Never understood
the show, opps gettin' hit with steel chairs
We caught him lackin' in a wheelchair
Been six months, rumor has it that lil' dead bitch still there
Punchin'
the hellcat, everybody know that we them boys
My lil' youngin', he be shysty, he might rob him for they joy
Put a head out on a rapper, sometimes I be gettin'
everybody know that we them boys
My lil' youngin', he be shysty, he might rob him for they joy
Put a head out on a rapper, sometimes I be gettin' annoyed
[J.D.]
So So Def
Uh huh, uh huh
Uh
Ohh
[Hook: Lil' Mo]
You need somebody to lay it dawn
Grab you by the your hair and show you exactly where
a 730
It ain't a secret
Rumors they could keep it
You know there's only one ghetto Queen with a guillotine
Real bitch that carry gats by the spleen
some weed
We don't need champagne fuck the gin and juice
These niggaz know what Short Dog & Lil' Kim can do
Imagination is a understatement
Anything
a 730
It ain't a secret
Rumors they could keep it
You know there's only one ghetto Queen with a guillotine
Real bitch that carry gats by the spleen
flip my middle finger I'm chilling on 20 million
The rumors turn me on I'm masturbating at the top
These hoes so excited they catching every drop
I'm
on my shit I think her name was Lita
Member I told u tht lil bitch was a eata
Just by the way she done walked like a diva
Scoop up ur bitch fucked tht
mention me
I be chillin
these rumors be ticklin' me
And I'm really him, ain't no mystery
She love me too much can't get rid of me
Ain't my fault your lil
Cars drive by in the night
So much sound coming from inside
Red, blue flags hanging from the side
So much time went passing by
The soundtrack
love you forever
Don't listen to rumors, so you run it by me
Don't even panic, I know you my man
Let's just hold that shit down like we Bobby
lil homie? Your life won't cost me nothin'
Juicy J so presidential, don't make me press that button
My beat low (my beat low)
My bass low (my bass
clearing up no rumors
You don't get points for an attempt you should've sent a better shooter
Aint no question I know gang gon step
Headshots negate that
don't know what to eat
Don't care for gossip or rumors bout me
I'm getting paid don't care what you think
Don't got no patience for these allegations
It's
bitch we going shiesty
I handle my business on the road - I do it nicely (uh-uh)
Step by step I look ahead I plan it wisely
Spreading rumors 'round
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