Lyrics:
on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
Like a hot buttered pop-da-pop-da-pop, dibbie dibbie
Pop-da-pop-pop, you don't dare stop
Come alive, y'all, gimme whatcha got
I guess by now
saint-like in pure white, he's
Photographed as he walks not only by us
But by everyone else who
Happens to be at the beach
Today young teenagers with iPhones
we multiply the vision
By subtract all distractions then we add more to da’ kingdom
Like wasn’t that the goal
Ain't we out here for da’ souls
If you
than all 3 of da Ed’s u humpty dumpty niggas fragile like eggs
Make em scramble dey gon mix wit da bacon droppin dimes singin like Clay Aiken
New packs
Members creep like TLC, .223 shells out the Jeep (blrrrd)
No one gon' take care of me the way that I take care of me (take care of me)
Get booked in front
see
Beefing with your phone, cause now your like why don't they text me
I don't want no scrub, now I'm sounding like I'm TLC
I'm tryna be on Bended knee
a catch to it, it’s like when I’m going through something YALL get the best music, …. I’m killing em, first degree, they coulda sent one of you niggas who
fury, entice 'em with this rocket
Bars get to droppin' everywhere
Like I'm bronze bombin'
You couldn't put me in a box if we boxin'
BTS shots the only
the world's hope
You've all been a witness in fact if the world folds
You'd all play the victim and act like your girl's show
Bravo, bravo give 'em some TLC
outer space
Huh
Show em how it's done, all the way from A to Z
Talk on my name big boi get left in the past like DMC
Her ass so fat why the hell it ain't
of breath
HAD’EM SHAKING LIKE THEY’RE ACHING
SHAKING LIKE THEY’RE ON A BEAM
HAD’EM SHAKING LIKE THEY’RE NAKED
SHAKING LIKE THEY SAW DA TEAM
HAD’EM SHAKING
(Yeah)
(Had to do it like this yo)
(They don't know)
(Let em' know though)
Yo Check
All black everything skin color coffee
Die hard Fisha I can
beat that shit like its Creed
Beat that little shit like it's Creed
I can kill these rappers in my sleep
TLC but we don't creep
Caught his ass right in
on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
Like a hot buttered pop-da-pop-da-pop, dibbie dibbie
Pop-da-pop-pop, you don't dare stop
Come alive, y'all, gimme whatcha got
I guess by now
and out, from the muthafuckin digi-dash to da muthafuckin pipes)
You betta believe it
(You know who it is, Trick Daddy, Yung Joc, Lets Go)
I like the way
done talkin', I come walkin', short stalkin'
If it's beef, I shine in the dark an' I keep my gun sparkin'
Well, it's Da' Durty, we young figgas, plug
I'm done talkin', I come walkin', short stalkin'
If it's beef, I shine in the dark an' I keep my gun sparkin'
Well, it's Da' Durty, we young figgas,
in the glare, of this infrared
You dread the day we pull out the glock display
One way, is what your headed down, we got the pound
So bow down,
and hear me roar
I've got the weight of the world sitting on my shoulders
There's no way you could hold me down baby I just soldier on like
Da da da da da
de 'meet bros'
Se mere we shady like Detroit se
Gentlemen wally west speed
Se tez you keep crawling
Spreading like the 'tick' fever on the mic
subtle... scars
From the times we've Broke
Commandments
And played... above the law
Then We Went Our Separate Ways
Like we ain't trying cuff at all
But she
steady creepin
These hoes steady flockin
Gimme da head just like some leave-in
Yeah Imma get it started and poppin' before we begin
Shawty go crazy said
Hm-da da, let's go
Hm-da-da, ooh-oh
Shawty got it jumpin' around and I'm thrown
And we gotta couple of rounds of Nuvo
Everybody lookin' around like
plenty ways
Wasn’t making money
Being liked anyways
find It funny
Left the city for like 20 days
To bring the heat
For the streets
You feel them heavy
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