Lyrics:
low
I do a verse, you know my prices ain't, low
Lil' momma know I like my kisses down low
I'm Lil Bibby, Mr. Everything-For-The-Low
Mr
I be stuck to you like glue, baby
Wanna spend it all on you, baby
My room is the G-spot
Call me Mr. Flintstone I can make your bed rock (ooh)
on the money
Bandanna 'round my head like I know karate
And I'll wax a nigga's ass like Mister Miyagi
And it ain't over 'til the fat lady sang
And that bitch
two y'all, you know we rock ya
Lil' Jamal and Junior M.A.F.I.A.
One two y'all, you know we rock ya
Lil' Jamal and Junior M.A.F.I.A.
One two y'all, you
rock her hips to the bass, then she take a sip
When she wave
And wanna get wit' Lil' Jay
After she dance on dat pole
I pull my can so quick and fast
When
evening to the break of day
So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way welcome to the party
Uh uh excuse me Mr. Kid Rock can I do my
evening to the break of day
So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way welcome to the party
Uh uh excuse me Mr. Kid Rock can I do my
rock her hips to the bass, then she take a sip
When she wave
And wanna get wit' Lil' Jay
After she dance on dat pole
I pull my can so quick and fast
When
you rock you like a rodeo
(It's gonna be a bumpy ride)
Yeah, I'm back baby
I know you think you all that baby
But damn, that ass fat baby
I ain't
on down to the nitty grit
Don't have time for the petty shit
Cause I got mo' dick, than a lil' bit
And time flies, when I'm having fun
I can make a hoe
side up, DJ unknown
My father local chop chop from the SGT
Giordano fesse, what up esse?
Met with Tony Mohamed, lil half deal
Chill, spice on boat rock
said "Lil Uzi so great"
OK, your girlfriend like my drip (drip, uh)
Happy birthday to that bitch (bitch)
Yeah, the one that suck my dick (dick, uh)
'm janky, wipe your nose Mr. Hanky (huh)
Trappin' outta Stone Ridge, sellin' hoes and zones of med'
Where I went I found my plug Matt and took Jimmy's shit
rock her hips to the bass, then she take a sip
When she wave
And wanna get wit' Lil' Jay
After she dance on dat pole
I pull my can so quick and fast
When
And now when I walk I hear corduroy
Even though I ain't wearing pants
What made a millionaire out of Mr. Frito-Lay
You fat fuck, You fat fuck
Made
You know Mr. Lil Uzi got the guap
I swear Mister Lil Uzi got the guap
You know Mr. Lil Uzi got the guap
I swear Mister Lil Uzi got the guap
You
street right by the pool
Call me mr fixer keep me a tool
If your bitch go missing she with the crew
I ain't no beginner I know what to do
Flick
rock her hips to the bass, then she take a sip
When she wave
And wanna get wit' Lil' Jay
After she dance on dat pole
I pull my can so quick and fast
When
rock her hips to the bass, then she take a sip
When she wave
And wanna get wit' Lil' Jay
After she dance on dat pole
I pull my can so quick and fast
When
Thousand dollar shades on
My lil' homies boost 'em
Songs bump in Houston like Trae
Tha Truth produced 'em silverback nigga
I suggest you get used
this
Call us Mr. and Mrs. Papadapolis
When will y'all learn?
Y'all just interns
You gon' get what you earn, just wait your turn
I rock telephones with
'm filling up the bleachers now with this lil' crowd
Homie what goes up must come down
I'll probably go up but I ain't coming back down
I told them that
Saturday, it's a Saturday
Back once more with the wallop in the score
Must I ride and rip, should I make you rock your hip
Reviver of a roller-boogie in
what
Come, Mr. DJ, won't you turn the music up?
It goes one by one, even two by two
Everybody on the floor, let me show you how we do
Let's go, dip it
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