Lyrics:
a drive-by," (skrrt) "Let's do a drive-by"
("Ayy, yo, bro, but I told you, 'Forget it,'" boom, boom, boom)
"Ayy, yo, Rowdy, let's do a drive-by, let's do
& up
Swear yo whole association could get hit by association
Issa body a banger a hit a movie whatever when I go creating
True life I'm dominating
Aye
infected by devils
My father would come home, he would forget about the killings
He wasn't scared of the Shogun, but the shogun was scared of him
Maybe
claim.
You've got the body, and I've got the brains.
I said, Yo, Fred. I think you've got me all wrong.
I ain't parnters with nobody with nails that long.
you ride yeah you rock my world
Easy deh my girl
Bad gyal take control
Your body put me pon a level yo
Your style it nuh regular
When you give me de
and knocked
My crack quickly disappeared one rock by rock
I had a couple more to go but oh no
Here comes the big ho bustin down the do'
So I kicked out
Nigga, try to play
Hit him with the Glock
Postin on the gram
Tell a nigga, stop
Hit a nigga, body him
Make him milly rock
Make a nigga dance
Make him do
Bitch I'm on top, here come the hoes by the flock i copped a Benz wit a drop
Back on the block
I can be more than on top
Expensive when I milly rock
I
at all
Lil miss what's yo name we have to dance for sure
I go by the name of N
If you wanna get down show me what you got and ask me again
So I did she was
ah,oh ah, do a walk by and watch everybody die
N****s into gangs thangs and narcotics
Freak b****es riches and hydrolics
Pull heat knock you off yo
playing with their yo yo
Athletic pussy like Lisa Leslie
And Rebecca Lobo rock the show from uptown
Downtown to Tribeca, soho
Most of these rappers R&B
(Yo, can you hear me?)
(Service ain't the greatest out here)
(Uh, we're goin' into orbit)
These ain't cookies I'm makin'
The recipe called for bacon
feel alright
pump it up all night.
Body rock, show me what you got!
Let "Rob Reck" wreck the boom spot.
There is a dance over here, a dance over
Hit it!
Aww yea!
Yeah
La-di-da-di, la-di-da-di
La-di, la-di!
You know what? Yo, peep this
La-di-da-di, we like to party
We don't cause
why'all, can't see that far
Rocks like the street light - baby watch 'em glow
Red yellow and green - don't know whether to stop or go
I'm a chameleon, I
is like teaching animals english
Cause you can
Mcht
I know you comprehend, but won't respond
But thats alright because I know your body language says
Driftin side by side
Big rocks Big chain big pinky ring
Nigga playin with my money is a risky thing
I didn’t spend no hunned k on a fake chain
I just
up ya homies
Fuck lemme call em too
And now you rock it by the lonley
Foney
We got the beef
Foldin deep
Like baloneys
Ill put you inna box
Inna ground
Ok long day
Suicide with the drapes
Bad bitch she gay
But she always swing both ways
Two faced slim waist
You can find her in the bay
Catch a body
York, New York, the city that never sleeps
Bodies, covered in white sheets, are layin in the streets
Shit gets deep, as we creep up the block by the kids
on heights, wishing for Nikes in different flavors
The age of Kane and Big Daddy, short-body Caddys
Uncles named Larry, that really never grabbed me
My
make your favourite rapper, running suicidal by a motherfucking thought
Choosing to choose me? I ain’t no skr skr rapper, I’m only the first
That’s
to catch a body niggas Lacking
But that ain't the words exactly
Nigga wat you heard of fashion
Balenciaga stepped on my pain
Sober individual posted up by
Let's try something new
Add a lil spice in the room
So many things we can do
Baby rock yo whole world we going to the moon
We finna set moo oo oo oo
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