Lyrics:
distorting, bring it down a lil' bit
Okay, now we working with it
The boy Face on the bass line, Face - Mob!
Welcome to New York City, it's ya boy Young Hov'
distorting, bring it down a lil' bit
Okay, now we working with it
The boy Face on the bass line, Face - Mob!
Welcome to New York City, it's ya boy Young Hov'
a naughty girl, I pull up on lil' baby rocking Nautica
She begging me to put it on her face, I told her, "Not again" (not again)
I go wherever the fuck I
You bring talks like you could fucking drop me
But I’m up Lil nigga you can’t even stop me
You already know how it goes
Murder every day gotta stay 10
I got the magnetic energetic lyrical calasthetic
Ya better call a medic 'cause ya look pathetic
Guan boy it's the champion Mr Smith
Your niggas
I gotta get it by myself, I get this money by myself
I swear I do it like it's two of me
I'm Lil Durk two times yeah, I'm Lil Durk two times
I
Excuse me lil' miss can you be my Mrs.
I'm just a nigga from the Rock can you dig it
Seen you on the 'gram glad you not catfishing
Shoot my shot like I
to bubble it up,
Mr. BT, Mr. BT, Mr. BT, Mr. BT,
Please bring it up, bring it up, bring it up, bring it up,
Could you bring it up?
Could you bring
At ease
I would like to welcome the newest No Limit Soldier
Mr. Snoop D-O Double G, and he brings to the tank
Money, power, respect, leadership,
the 40
He gone get rowdy
And ya don't want that shit
Cause it's gon' be naughty, by nature
Fuck a player hater
I'mma come through
And you know I'm down
the 40
He gone get rowdy
And ya don't want that shit
Cause it's gon' be naughty, by nature
Fuck a player hater
I'mma come through
And you know I'm down
hey, hey Mr. President
You're such a gentlemen
It's such an honor to meet ya
Hey, hey Mr. President
I'll be ya Marilyn
And baby I'll never leave ya
'm choosin'
This how I was raised
I bring that out and bag it up, no doubt
Swing it out and let it up and bang that out
This Crips, nigga
That's crazy,
four hunnid thousand, never drove the Maybach
I talk shit, I don't never talk back
Put the tape on the TEC, it's a homemade MAC
I just wanna rock,
It's not a game, it's war, plain and raw
Blood stain the wall when I bring
The chain with the saw
Bring the pain to your door
Like death was knockin'
Whoa! (It's Queen Bee nigga)
It's the jump off (Come on)
[Verse 1: Lil' Kim (Mr. Cheeks)]
I been gone for a minute now I'm back at the jump off (Jump
? ah where dah goo draw yah come from
General degree ah tell mi she ah down a Greenville
Him bring di farme fi link mr. palmer
Dem sell it inna whole
fuckin around
Bring it on, I shut shit down
You should bring it on
Especially if you gettin' cash
Ladies shake ya lil titties and shake ya fat ass
You can
just who I are (are)
Yo, Girl, you know what it is? (girl you know what it is?)
Follow me to tha flo (follow me to tha flo')
You can bring a couple
low
I do a verse, you know my prices ain't, low
Lil' momma know I like my kisses down low
I'm Lil Bibby, Mr. Everything-For-The-Low
Mr
a runner
Big Big B's Balbo is finna run it
Nigga this sick heat you can feel it in ya stomach
Pull on the block lil bitch
I got the shit on lock lil bitch
I
pants (baow)
I took a risk to get this on my hands
That's my lil' steppa, he click on demand
Mop it up, mop it up, mop it up (mop it up) (it's Gucci)
to bubble it up,
Mr. BT, Mr. BT, Mr. BT, Mr. BT,
Please bring it up, bring it up, bring it up, bring it up,
Could you bring it up?
Could you bring
’m letting it go
Let’s go
I’m feeling mad max
Tell them lil hoes get back back
Soon as he think he could talk back
We gone end it
And make sure we off that
I
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