Lyrics:
you {fuck you} and that {bitch} on your bike
Brick City!!
Ah-yo.. now bust it
Never try me crimey I'm grimy so don't deny me
I be Little like your
the explanation of the U.K. Jive.
Blow in my ear, I like the way you do that.
And that's what I want to hear.
Is that a fact?
Are you jiving me?
Oh,
a job
Then you brag in your raps
To me it sounds odd
'Cause I was raised by pimps in the O
They taught me real good how to send a ho
And now you niggas
the gang
Ho bohloko aga shame
Walk into Gucci gon buy me a 2 piece that cost me a couple of grands
I took a chance
I know it could've been bad
But now
They never realized how real Nas is, so decisive
It's just the likeness of Israelites mist that made me write this
A slight twist of lime rhyme, be
Just me and my crew
'Cause all we wanna do is
And party and bullshit
And party and bullshit
And party and bullshit and party
Am I just wastin' my
see it from behind.
[Chorus:]
Want me to do my little dance for ya [2x]
Okay K K K [lil Scrappy]
Want me to do my little dance for ya
Make it
talk, niggas listen
So don't y'all be mad at me, 'cause I'm the Q to the B
To the motherfuckin' E-E
Copped my CD, now all y'all wanna be me
See me
talk, niggas listen
So don't y'all be mad at me, 'cause I'm the Q to the B
To the motherfuckin' E-E
Copped my CD, now all y'all wanna be me
See me
Youngins lookin' up to me never thought I would influence
I'm performing in arenas so I'm working my endurance
Now I know what comes first I ain't gon do if
how you been gettin 'long
Well now, an if you help me, baby
I swear I will never do you no harm
(ready Dave?
Mhmm)
I saw Adam leave the garden with an apple in his hand
"now that you're out what are you gonna do?"
"plant some crops and wait for
that’s who I am
Didn’t you know (echo) he’s here!
Uh, You’re now Hip Hoppin’ with the better
FNF i do it for the letters
Track tripping pimping
I do it
does Eleanor
But we won't be safe till everybody's dead""
When my poor old mother died I was sitting by her side
A-promising to war I'd never go
But now
big guns, you haven't seen before
You need 2k, like I don't fuck with EA Sports
Most of these rappers remind me of CP4
I was hard-hittin' nigga, I
leave the garden
With an apple in his hand
I said, "Now you're out
What are you gonna do?
Plant some crops and pray for rain
Maybe raise a little Cain
I'm
and spend like a
Man below your belt
Me, I always had, so I never go for self
Had thousand dollar bills
With Teddy Roosevelt
Better slow down, tellin' you now
cant wang
Now do the dance
Get off da chain wit it
Now here's your chance
k wang wit it
k wang wit
k wang wit it
k wang wit it
Still so clean (so hot)
[Intro: K.Roosevelt]
Ohhh I can only try so hard girl
Remember 9-5 like our love felt right girl
Maybe it just wasn't the right time
Maybe in
I got some killers so don't push me
Juicy J be on some mob shit
Waitin' by your door step hot in the bullshit
If it comes down to it ain't no thang
wit ya'll
This me don't you see me ridin' dawg
Now K wang wit it just move your back
Get off da chain wit it
Don't know how to act
Now ya'll know K
rock
I got a buzz like a shot of Palmer Sun
And the women fall in love as
They fall in my crotch
Now understand that I’m all that you’ve got
Give me
(Lumi)Who am I
Who is you
Mr Xl
What a do
In the sky
So I flew
Never fell
Better move
Hold up what we do yeah
Hold up what we do
Every time we come
Då kör vi då
Går bandet?
Givin' a little bit more
There's a gentleness to everything you do
And it's rubbing off on me, I feel it
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