Lyrics:
DJ Khaled
DJ Terror Squad
And he goes by the name of
You got the right one, it's Weezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let
shawty
Lory LaMattina, Keith Rothschild, fucking Rick Sackheim the God
Mundo Garcia, boy
Get a bigger pair of pants, your shit look like it's painted
and it's going to
Get better as it goes, but if I have an idea
I just do it i just go for it
Yeah that's cool
There's a certain fearlessness about
You which
landed in the land of whatever goes it goes
I gave you guys my heart
In each and every show
And I sing, yeah, I flow, yeah, I sing, yeah
I flow
I never
get it by the gallon
Lost Perk I ain't even been smiling, but I know I need to
Cop a plate for just me but if bro need it then it's gon feed two
If you
the album drop
But I just took a loss
So I been grinding til I put it out
Shot up the spot I'm popping out
I'm not tripping or thinking bout what other niggas
it come our way
Look in they grill and get the real
Cuz expressions can mean alot
Threw my trust in your progress
And you guessin' I seen
run on a little tough luck baby
Don't you sweat it
Everything is waiting inside for you
You know I got it, come and get it
Who's your daddy, who's
think, now why don't you get out those pants
(No, people are saying that you guys cannot make it again)
You know what, maybe we can't, why don't you take
think, now why don't you get out those pants
(No, people are saying that you guys cannot make it again)
You know what, maybe we can't, why don't you take
and prove,
And do thatdance, until it don't move,
Doowutchyalike,
Sometimes I bite.
Now if you're hungry, get yourself something to eat,
And if you're
go whereyalike
Ooh, I see, I see, I see guys and girls dancin', ooh, ooh
I mean rich, poor, high, low, or upper-middle class,
Let's all get
Oh it's the remix
(Check it)
Check it, yeah muthafuckas
What we about to do right about now, hey
We gonna get kinda funky
I am the Puff Daddy
and Destroy
Ok, you guys know Lars Ulrich don't ya? Hey baby
Our brains are on fire
With the feeling to kill
And it will not go away
'Til our dreams are
Don't got the time to explain it
My homeostasis maintains it, but I wouldn't know
When I'm faded I may get abrasive
I made it this way when I ate
Go, sippin' on juice, already sippin' by the 2x2
Come off the bench, bitch, shoot like Lou
Throw it inside, let the cutter let loose
Go, sippin'
I knew you was jealous from the day that I met you
I upset you, 'cause I get respect, I bet you
I'm even liked better by your niece and nephew
it-
You're being, you're being preyed on, you understand, you're, you're a young child
You're being preyed on by these guys who are trying to use you
with the shrimp like you know
Oh damn almost got ate
Got ate by a snake and I almost got ate
I'm a shrimp it's the end of the album of the album
jab it
My mans a cool guy
But there’s no way I’m brining to mummy’s
Bad b, she a thief she take the buddy
Sitting in the T
Loads of eating, loads above
There was a showdown at high noon reputations on the line
It was the good guys and the bad guys I was eight and he was nine
And I forgot to keep my
Oh it's the remix
(Check it)
Check it, yeah muthafuckas
What we about to do right about now, hey
We gonna get kinda funky
I am the Puff Daddy
Hey fuck you buddy buddy buddy
Keep on runnin' your mouth and get your nose bloody
get my clothes muddy, I'll emerge from the shadows
Carryin'
a strive-by
No I don't need a nice guy
Just stimulation all the time right?
Netflix and chill
Only if it's my favorite anime
Cause everything else I find too
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