Lyrics:
me deep inside I know
But sometimes I forget when I'm caught up in the mix
I gotta drop all this shit come to my Mama's garden sit
Sometimes when I got
Drop down, baby, let your daddy see
Drop down, my lady, just dream of me
Well, my mama allow me to fool around all night long
Well, I may look
gon' see me on Forbes
Pullin' up in a brand new
Cayenne Porsche ohh!
Twerk it up lil mama get low
Drop it down hit ya toes
Let me see that tootsie roll
Relax yourself girl, please settle down
Relax yourself girl, please settle down
Relax yourself girl, please settle down
Relax yourself girl,
Relax yourself, girl, please settle down
Relax yourself, girl, please settle down
Relax yourself, girl, please settle down
Relax yourself, girl,
Mama
Mama
Can you hear me
Officer
I can't breathe
Whatever you do within the next ten minutes
I want you to think of George
He was a father, a lover
Lil mama Yokohama, got her throttlin' stick
Tip-top, drop bottom, wobble and gobblin' dick
Top sloppy, bobbin' on it, followed by swallowin' kids
Ha, I got the magic, baby
(Ha) , call me "George Lucas" (Lucas)
I'm so prolific, but the flow so foolish
These niggas making moves my
Niggas making
through your block?
Sheek, Funk Doc, Meth on top
Porsche, 300 horse fly by
Back open pumpin "How High?" (How High)
Yeah, can y'all see that (See that)
Hot coffee and a fresh cheese danish
Still painting with a microphone hanging
Drop anguish with a nice new face lift
Cold chilling not anxious
Breezy
a glass on it
Baby let me get a taste
(I swear that she so thick)
Got a model type of smile
Curvy lanes by the pound
Love the way she drop it down
(Lil mama
this nigga run for 'bout a half a block
My fourth and inches when I
Touch down? He ain't gonna
Make it to see when the next Madden drop
Ya bitch said my
never know when it get gritty
So much money, I could make my opps, mama, come and lick me
Get rich or die trying, got me feeling like I'm 50
Bitch, we
of the mattress
I just been trapping from the bottom, I never had shit
Free my homie, he behind the wall for poppin' his ratchet
Take 500 to his baby mama, drop
when to play hard and when to play easy
Believe me, George and Weezy couldn't move up this fast
I'm lappin' everybody can't tell if I'm first or last
15 year old Trayvon Martin was fatally shot and killed by George Zimmerman
Martin was walking back to his father's fiance's house from a convenience
the distance, you know I'm ten toes down
Even if master listenin', cover your ears, he 'bout to mention
Complexion (two-step)
Complexion don't mean a thing
Thats before they try bury me
Chopp his ass down like im george
And he cherry tree
Pills and a blunt why the fuck i need therapy
Pills and a blunt why
I'm Dana Dane
Put a patch over your eye, fuck with my petty change
Fuck what you heard, for that bird I'm a dirty nigga
Laid to rest by the one you
Growin' up was hard had to fight for my rights
Every day before class throw down for a fight
Slept with a night light wasn't very bright
Mama couldn't
Think about it before you walk in the door first
Look at the store clerk, she's older than George Burns
Fuck that, do that shit, shoot that bitch
Can
Think about it before you walk in the door first
Look at the store clerk, she's older than George Burns
Fuck that, do that shit, shoot that bitch
Can
Think about it before you walk in the door first
Look at the store clerk, she's older than George Burns
Fuck that, do that shit, shoot that bitch
Can
This song right here is dedicated to the
President of the United States of America
Y'all might know him as George Bush
But where I'm from
Lost city
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