Lyrics:
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Right about now
I need everybody to get they motherfuckin' hands up
(Everybody get your hands up)
And wherever the fuck you from
lumps
You flossin now, you be pardon by next month
Type of thug, yo I was born to bug
Waitin for us to fall, nigga join the club, what
(Wheezy outta here)
Yeah, yeah, I'm in this bitch, yeah, I'm back
Ah, ah, I hit the club on the up, you can come with the racks (uh, come with
do, you dropping jiberesh, what else is new
Everyone capping, they can’t tell the truth
You cap to my face and I’ll knock out your tooth
If we talking
Why’s yo lady actin so freaky at the club every single weekend skin tight dress white pumps the whole nine if I catch ur woman peepin best believe
don't do that in my music, man, I'm tired of you saying that!
We've got white-collar people trying to grab our style
Saying we're too nasty and we're
by
So here it is
Conscious to the fact that the rhymes that I spat
In past times just might overlap
If they do dig deep and cope with that
tripping on it I'm just tryna point out the big difference
If i had a son i'd tell him boy you better focus on positioning
It don't matter how good you is
You texting me like I'm a kill y'all
If you don't get your ass up out of that club and you do know what time it is
(It's 5 o'clock in the morning)
I do for culture y'all some fucking vultures
I'm making art y'all just copy sculptures
So while I'm thankful for support that y'all given
Forgive me
than they said I'd ever do
But by time you hear this song
Sonny, my next album will already be done
And it's-it's just kinda chilling
Last year I was, I
pregnant and you’re tha father so, whatchu gonna do about it??
*masturbation*
Hi, my name is Tina, and I'm looking for someone that goes by the name
Since them and mixtapes
Knew I'd become a professor long as
The lungs in my chest work
I do this to breathe so don't
Ever ask me how come
Shit, that
the day I came out, I was like, "Merits?
Fuck that, I'd rather be loud and I like swearin'"
From the first album even the gals were like, "Tight lyrics,
Y'all gonna do a whole cat album? Cat album
Damn
Motherfuckers start bringing their cats to
The tour bus and shit meow-meow-meow-meow
always wanted to do like
A Last Call, I remember the first time I heard Kanye's
I thought that shit was so tight dawg
And I was like, man I'm tryna tell
Uh
This go out to my dog Kato
Rest in piece, baby
He's the kingpin
Dogs that I call my friends
Prayin' for all my friends
Things I do for my
I be a hustler til it's over, motherfucker
The motherfuckin' dust kicker
Who can you trust?
Do you have the heart to see a nigga
Before you bust? My
and the D.O. to the C. and
Run house and there won't be no disagreeing
'Cause if there is some, you feeling staticy
Then I'm arrested (For what) assault
twenty-five words
And uh, I couldn't do it, I wrote out five pages
And uh, I have it here
It's uh, have it by accident, actually, ha
But-but I, I-I'd like
Hey Note, I'm tired of these niggaz stealing our shit mayn
D-Red now you know damn well, we started off riding blades
Having the big chains,
quit gotta get it by any means
They'd be wrong to doubt me
Remember one thing if they asking bout me
There's only one Z
Don't forget to @ me
You know I
and MC's roll
But the albums they make never go gold
When I was young, I knew I'd be one of the best
Every time I made a song it came out so fresh
I was
"go shorty
It's your birthday" on your birthday like
My friends have done to me
Every year since you released In
Da Club in 2003: D
A: They do sing it
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