Lyrics:
sins)
Let's rock
(And I'd call you back for more)
(My love would overrule my sins)
Is my judgment correct?
Is she close to the rest?
(My love would
Yeah, I was gonna write some uh, like something like a Bop or something
But, I figured I'd just get back on this backpack rap
Woah, woah
You found me
enticed by the way you rock them hips
You's a trip, girl, doin' all them tricks, that's what's up
I like that **** a lot, come and holla at a thug
A-town's
niggas!
This is SQAD 6 The Remix
And I got Kidd back nigga!
That’s like a million strong
M-Zone - that stand for
Millionaire and Mazant
this dream of mine just because it's outta style to you
Nigga, I been wantin' this since I was a youngin'
And I'm gonna get that shit
Yafeelme
Listen
I'm seeing right through you
You driving me coo coo
You crying like boo hoo
You must got a loose screw
I'm harder than cement
Baby this is the remix
and photoshop it
Rerock it
All profit
Get a brick and photoshop it
Say que lo que
Now my prices dropping
I’m selling Remix
Like somebody got on my song
I’m
Thing-Fish:
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oops, we caught you by suprise
[Mad Skillz]
While you niggas get upset, I'm a get to the point
It's me, the nigga that slayed "E" on the vowel joint
before
Move out the way when I'm comin through the door
Me, heavy? As Lyte as a Rock
Guys watch, even some of girls clock
Step back, it ain't that type
Only birds and Nextels chirp in the sky.
And we ride for the letters on our fitted cap,
Niggas hit the stash, get a strap, and go get it back!
That's
their cash, call him a play
Nggas bein' cheap by sellin' that
remix sent them right on they way
Every thing for sale, uh, ain't nothin' for the free,
the remix so I know what she wishin'
I hit it once and she want me to stroke again
I get it wet like a Super Soaker gun (I like it!)
Now she lookin' for
slang shots
Hit G spots by giving hoes back shots
I'm a young country boy, long socks with flip flops
But I pull up on your block in the 500 Benz drop
So don't be fooled by the rocks that I got, they're assets
You get back what you put out
Even if you take the good route
Can't count the hood out
clean
I'm a grown ass man and y'all are sweeter than sixteen
So go and kick rocks, peons, you're just rookies
Headed downstairs to get you some milk
clean
I'm a grown ass man and y'all are sweeter than sixteen
So go and kick rocks, peons, you're just rookies
Headed downstairs to get you some milk
to it
I'm in the class all by
Myself nobody's messing with me
Feel free to ask about my wealth
I got the weapons with me
So come and get me I'm here
Keep
rock and roll
And the girls who know it
Are the ones who get it, babe
On the bold side
When the war is won
Back to love my sweet chariot
All
Now that spray tan Fad is done
Hookup let's me order them now
So I got yo back
Purple dime bags
In the crown
Party so hype
When you get to know me
This ain't rock shit nigga this is toxic
Hostage in the back with tape on her mouth
And blood on her blouse
Nah but fuck that sneak up on ya ass like
the Bronx!)
It take hard work to cash checks
So don't be fooled by the rocks that I got, now assets
You get back what you put out
Even if you take
the legs she shaking and she scared
Imma get it by any means no ion fuck around
I ain't friendly you look at me won’t even crack a smile
Mama said ta what
question, I act like I did not, y’all talkin bout Mike
Man, just get off of his cock, if I pull, then you loose like a slip knot
They know how I rock, he gon’
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