Lyrics:
hard-hustlin' girls all around the world for ice
Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get your moneyman
It's ninety-eight, it's never too late playa
Get, get
The little time that we have
Living in a dream
Got me feeling blessed
Walking around with
A shoulder lean
She wanting me in high demand
Sprinkled with pixie
mama, bring the drama, go on
But make it known, official it's on
[Chorus]
I ain't to be played wit', so fuck around and see what ya get
Toasting fingers
the Carlton Banks dance
When them tools go pop it move whole blocks
Come around wit cha dog or get Kujo shot
These emcee's is lame I tryta be an emcee wit
to go and run up me some loop
Young winn I got tired of taking loses
Gotta get paid, had to stack the money all way up
Nigga fuck around go broke tryna
and I want it now
I want it all, I want it all, I want it all, and I want it now
Listen all you people, come gather round
I gotta get me a game plan,
andre 3000
I'm tryna get that Bentley with no co-signer
A trap God I'm no role model
And I don't fuck around with no fuck arounds
So don't fuck around
Said that she gets rowdy, loves it raw, takes it to the face
I’m going M.I.A.
I’m going M.I.A.
I just need a place to stay
Somewhere down in
down
And it took alot of time and fumbling around
Before I can get up
Fix myself from the ground up
The girl you left is gone
Mamma mamma mia
You've got
to find out the master's name.
Down at the end, round by the corner.
Close to the edge, just by a river.
Seasons will pass you by.
I get up, I get down.
forget why I asked to know
Stick to the facts, so factual
But you bouncing around like a basketball
I'm infatuated with the thought
Sparks interest, but I
because the nigga gettin paid
I've got, niggas from coast, slangin my dope
Got niggas and G's, and rollin keys keys to record sto's
Get paid wit fatals,
and we roll thick
We represent that tru click x4
[mia x]
Now your better off chasing waterfalls
Cause y'all ain't even much tryin to fuck around at all
you do to me
My body tingles whenever you're around me
Would you like to help fulfill my fantasies
Stop playing hard to get I know I'm what you want
like it was whooping cough
They group been soft
First hour at the open bar
And they're trooping off
He went to go laugh and get
Some head by the side
never go M.I.A
So don't get carried away, homie
It’s M.O.B every day
M.O.B every day, yah
M.O.B and we slay
So don’t get carried away, don’t get carried
It looks like another one's comin around
So the Black Thought gots to get down y'all, yeah
Pass the what? (Pass the popcorn)
It looks like
the world profiting
And you know I chose you
Never want them days to be over
Build up that bond
And get closer
I got me a blondie
She bad as hell
Oh Mamma Mia
young Zany
Oo OOh
Gotta bad yellow vibe by the bedside
I don went mia in the NY one wrong move take flight like the red eye
Shoot em like wade if he cross
immersed in the flames
People cursin' my name, the person that I became
Is someone who can get burnt but not be hurt by the pain
But I ain't gon' lie
face
Until my mother gets her first crib
My hand's on some surf shit
My Spanish mami perfect
Fuck around and get your father's shirt lift
Drop
at the end, round by the corner
Close to the edge, just by a river
Seasons will pass you by
I get up, I get down
Now that it's all over and done
Now that
know that's how I'm living
It's alright
Round round, get around, I get around (it's alright)
Downtown boogie down, I get around (it's alright)
It looks like another one's comin around
So the Black Thought gots to get down y'all, yeah
Pass the what? (Pass the popcorn)
It looks like
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