Lyrics:
through his stomach
Niggas be bluffin', ain't really outside, for real
You say a word, you gon' die, for real
Honestly, I'm never out of steel
So many
Niggas don't know if they want
To be opps or groupies, fuckin' goofies
Ayy, saw my first body, I was 12
Picked some cases up
These look like my uncle's
through a lot I gotta say somethin'
To be honest I ain't vibin' w y'all
We ain't on the same rhythm at all
Most of y'all turned out to be the fakest
Whole
What up, okay if you ain't know it be one of the best of all time
Busta bust for short, for some better know me bust' rhymes
(What's good?) maintainin'
rich, 40 chicks in the mix
How freaky can shorty get
Domino effect, one by one, they all go down
I'll be done by the sun... up
I got stamina
If I can't
on the Westside
Nigga (Ridin', ride on, what we be?)
We ballin', ha! For real, for real
Fo' real, I gotta bust the blue steel
Cowards hit the panic button
Thinkin'
doubt Queen and Tray Lee turn it out (rock the body)
[Queen Pen]
Niggas talk shit on the regular
And those be the ones that sweatin ya'll
Wether
your body, and your soul)
Take it to the bridge now
(Lemme tell you somethin')
(Let's go)
Gotta be careful with your pretty ass
Walkin' down the street,
okay dub
Woh have some fun with it
Mami I'm there if you fine in the rear
We can get into whatever if you don't mind boo be yeah
And when I'm done
don't mind boo be yeah
And when I'm done slidin', you somethin' fierce
You ain't gotta go home but you gotta get the fuck outta here
[Verse 1]
I ain't
Move that body
Work that body girl
Twist that body
Shake it shawty
Move that body
Work that body girl twist that body
Twist that body
Shake it
by the layers (And) all different flavors (Woo!)
Mafioso that's how this thing go (Yeah)
Now everybody come get with the lingo
Shake your body body
with you
The Casanova legend must have been true"
I said, "By the way, baby, what's your name?"
Said, "I go by name of Lois Lane
And you could be my
the tec
I'm catchin body baggin niggaz like deez up
Town ? the ki's, flippin twenty-three G's
Around the way bustin pills by the fuckin pound
you can be my private
Now I'm feelin' real good, takin' my time, she's on me grindin' tryna get low
Got bottles everywhere, but somethin' in
be the reason that
My life was ruined, too
Bitch, I hope this fate change you
By prey this fate claim you
How is Justin a real Driverand you
Ain’t see
or maybe damn
I could just blow my shit is thinner
Maybe I should stop being real
Maybe I should get on Twitter
Maybe I should know somethin' different
I
your man get bodied, number one rule is you body somethin' back
Then live with the pain
Young guns of this shit, so when I get hit
I'ma yell Sheek
to say somethin' about, Eminem
'Cause I'm not in the mood to be playin' around with dudes
I already seen two friends get shot in the head
And lay
by side, yeah we somethin' like breasts
Flow game killin', I spit bars of death
Now they yellin' could it get any worse
Definition of Hell on Earth
the wine indo inside swisher sweet get me high
(2x)
Ain't nothin get to nothin somethin got to be real real somethin got to be
real
(2x)
I still be
somethin' for ya
Get rocked by my midnight Glock
Sniper through sound vocal rival to invade the block
Fuckin' bitch paid the price of a snitch
called hisself killin' my dog
But he didn't, though, so I'm tyin' up him and his broad
Betta say somethin' and it betta be what I wanna hear
I'm
don't mean to be a wiseguy officer
The honest truth, what really happened is
I just came from a plane from Dominican Republic
By the time I got
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