Lyrics:
She said I'm handsome
How the fuck I'ma take care
Of everybody? That's a handful
Everyday I dog a different bitch
I'm a pitbull
Watch where the fuck you
This year we iller than a nun in a cumshot
Getting' double penetrated in a dope spot
By two hard pipe hittin' Niggas
On the orders of Marcellus
a rodeo (RedOne, Pitbull, let's go)
The world is ours now, dale (it's gonna be a bumpy ride)
It's Mr. Worldwide (yeah)
Yeah, you now the drill (ha-ha)
Leave him paralyzed and agonized
Fellas, grab the thighs that's by your side
Say Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa
(Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-maco)
minutes ago
I had to do it haha, yeah
It's Christmas time in the city y'all
Yeah, it's Christmas time in the city y'all
Brought to you by Bigg Snoop Dogg
Everybody! Get your hands up!
(Honorebel) Pitbull
(You know how we get down) cool breeze!
It's not my fault
That your girl is intrigued
By
the last of a dying breed like 'Pac said
I got bread, got something that'll cock it
My ambitions as a rider by Slip-n-Slide, uh
All them killers down south
Aw shit, Aw fuck
Me, Kali and Ces we go to get bucks
On the path but didn't think we'd get stuck
By some crass lads that's 'bout to get tough
Unieś świat w górę tak by nas parkiet porwał
Pójdzie wsad runie dach czuję smak rzemiosła
Trójek grad w górę skacz tak jak Michael Jordan
Czujesz
Um kicking shit like a punt
I smoke P's by the month
Imma do what i want
Backwood full of runtz
Johnny knoxville how i stunt
Got your rent in these
Got some Ps in the passenger seat
Big 40 on my lap and the FM by my feet
She's as thick as a gram in the wood
Nah, I wish the bitch would
Got some Ps
a frisbee
[Chorus: V.I.C.]
[Pitbull]
I don't play no games, but silly
And if you disrespect
Say hi to the 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9 milli
Get peeled like
Competition, I just devour
Like a pitbull against a Chihuahua
'Cause when it comes to being dope, hot damn, I got it good
Now let me tell you who I am
When the money turns the world
Your lovin' turns to less
I learn by mistakes
Most of it is yours and
I'm done living life as a criminal
I thought
bombs, and word to mom, I'ma blow his arms
Six shot rhyme, my forty-four is made by ? arms
I put some diss in the steps, and damage all your reps
on opposite sex
The cream got me fiend for mass appeal scheme
Like doin' drive-bys in stretched limousines
I keep tons of guns my niggas on
The run pack
their ears, I got a perfect licking mind
Bout to slide by their crib, point it out and put you down
Take what you want, tie they ass up
Just don't, get,
see the chrome
I'm a blast it for ya I'm a blast it for ya
It's Freeway all by myself
I'm in da place all on my own
In da club wit the chrome
While
Story tellst
Boom, Diggi, bye, bye, Super Soaker, Drive-By
Arbeit Rhymes schreiben, 2Pac in der Freizeit
(heh)
Was für Diesel, Digga? Bleifrei ist
the bricks
While I fly private jet out of town by a bitch
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Juvenile]
Tryin to be here to see my seeds, when they have they seeds
Competition, I just devour
Like a pitbull against a Chihuahua
'Cause when it comes to being dope, hot damn, I got it good
Now let me tell you who I am
This year, we iller than a nun in a cumshot
Gettin’ double penetrated in a dope spot
By two hard pipe hittin’ niggas
On the orders of Marcellus
is still the goldsmiths
Hold shit steady, we close-knit and deadly as a heart attack
Trust me, the pitbulls is petty
Already infamous, limitless,
Que te pasa, you ain't even in my clasa
I'm the wrong one to fuck with
Drive-bys in the truck quick
Fuck you, suck dick, ha
You ain't got no wins in
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