Lyrics:
bumpin' the 15, night time got parlay, plucka
Plucka, in the mix now ya cocksucka,
I never leave it alone home, I love a big baked roll, in your
Face freak
niggas on)
I'ma preach it to you like this, I'ma give it to you raw
You heard me? However I bring it, that's how I'ma bring it
Just catch it, it's some
they don't hear, how they know?
(It's the DJ Clue)
N**** we don't play that s***, and spray that clip
You frontin a** n****, we slay that kid
We
a weed seller, but a crocka sack beller
A rap star plus a 2 time felon
Sellin' phones out the trunk I mix G with funk
I put it all together, and rock it
that
Oh you can't move it then bring the plate back
By tomorrow it's gone I'm a shake that
Chop it down spin it around bring the cake back
Re cop tripple
sadistic souls came to bring their
Pleasures to unholy spirits
And they will fight
Put their lives for a satan work and they built
Invasions of armageddon
the reason she won't let go
Imma' keep her cummin', you can tell, by the way her legs go
I ever catch feelings for this bitch, Imma' have to let it go, you dig
much left to win
Go, find another song to sing (Zeit zu verstehen)
And if you fight against the rhythm lose by the time up bring
Oh rest away
It's
much left to win
Go, find another song to sing (Zeit zu verstehen)
And if you fight against the rhythm lose by the time up bring
Oh rest away
It's
they feeling our shit
So we hit 'em with the really crazy flow (crazy flow)
To let 'em know that we be hitting it fa' sho
Time goes by, in your life
doin' lifts
I don't pack nothin' but six
My abs stay ripped
I'm like an ad lib, bitch, I stay in the mix
Every time I see a beat in my scope
It's a hit
I see no one in my way, I got no opponents (Whoo)
Get this money now, never postpone it (Need it now)
Bring them Backwoods anywhere 'cause we stay
with dancehall
Yea, I can mix it up
Like how the beat drop then I pick it up
Bring it to the hole and its slam dunk
Why you sitting on your phone bitch
bring it to you I’ll show you ecstasy
I know you been missing me
Bitch I can tell bitch can tell by the way you talking to me
Pull up and I’ll put you
a 9m and he got tats
Back of his hand written "Hope God understands"
House break ins, purse snatching
Store robberies, car jacking
Drugs in the mix, he
ain't fucking with nobody, What you mean by that?
If you don't bring a bag, then you can kiss my ass
Some will say I'm selfish some will say I'm mad
But
bridges fall, so check it
I bring a point to the joints that we change and chop
But we could bring it back to the beatbox
I'm Posdonus Plug Wonder,
Yeah I got a lot, got a lot up on my mind
Deep emotions, different potions, all thru the night
Mix it up, wash it back, yeah I'll be alright
Pass it
your butt to the fix of this mix
Toss that briefcase, it's time to let loose
Cause you've worked like heck to get the week in check
So unfasten that
days I move with fragrance
And by that, I mean sweet
You get what I mean
It's flow like those that separate me from weak
And that's on everyone else but
Christened I mix match the Rafs with Christian
Wouldn't by my side in the beginning bet they come round when it's finished
Just whip it up dinner pot ain't
went bezerk, it's like clockwork
Rockport Mr. Raw God, hold the fort
Collect thoughts, elect sports, sideswipe, by the white horse
French
went bezerk, it's like clockwork
Rockport Mr. Raw God, hold the fort
Collect thoughts, elect sports, sideswipe, by the white horse
French
When you take it off
I'd love a lookie.
Cause I'ma mix it up toss style.
Peace out
You got the sexual profile.
[Chorus]
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