Lyrics:
Yo brown skin in that red hair you bad baby (who me?)
Heard you poppin and you get it you chase the bag baby (I do)
You got that thing up in your bra
to throw in Gomes to get it done
It's on and I've begun the scissor cutting stuff
Come on come one by one by two by two by three
Welcome to Boston
Here's our
been havin' all the keys
They can come in any number but I get em' by the three
She know what I like to see and she gone go get on her knees(yea)
You
You could be one-time it don't matter to me
Cause when you bring your ass to a Likwit show
You gonna get wet if you in the front row
Row, row, Ro,
luck
Cause I'm crazy, maybe it's best that you duck
Got the shit I can't hide, some call it animus
It burns deep inside and that's how I get heated
money with the squad
Get money with the squad (squad)
Put that on God, man, I stay on my job
It's the young heartthrob
Money with the squad, get money
millions because of lip poppin'?
Trips, expensive gift shoppin', whip drivin'
Benzes, Jeeps, see, them and they- got one
It's shockin', you thinkin', nah,
millions because of lip poppin'?
Trips, expensive gift shoppin', whip drivin'
Benzes, Jeeps, see, them and they- got one
It's shockin', you thinkin', nah,
Now let's get down to business, bitches
'Cause it seems like y'all just keep on tryin' to diss this
Nigga that you know that's been down for years
it poppin now, my raps are on fire
Don’t try to kill this beat kuz it about to get louder
Sonic Gang rush in, couldn’t make our bosses prouder
Need
Now, I save girls from getting beat by a fat dude who got hoop dreams
My thuggin' straight
I could've ended up like YSL in my younger days
But, God had
want cus you know I'm what you need
Give me lip service then I go back to adding up
Roll it if it close then you know it ain't fat enough
Independent
a big fat meat loaf for yo ass
Bow down
Haters
Turn around
Niggas
Go an clown if you like the way it sound
Beef killas
Wait a minute nigga why you
on the sideline
Now coach rap and make greens on the sideline
No fuck a bedtime hustle gotta get mine
Chasin money while you wastin money poppin red wines
Impressin
your ears, listen
Got a fat joint, just peep it while you're sippin'
Bringin' on beats, keep you movin' till your neck snaps
Got the greenbacks like
a nigga trying to fuck a bitch
I aint gotta flog
Like I got it
The niggas want me now
Cuz now a bitch poppin
Back then
They used to pick on me for
it's my last day
Fuck like it's my last day (yes sir)
Fuck boys wanna blast me (Juicy J)
This might be your last day (Joe Budden let's get it)
But it
my nephew, so you know we got the juice
Loose lips sink ships, trip this for a second
I'm all the way up on this Fat Joe record
Don't let me down,
nobody's help
Ya'll don't get no credit, bitch
I did it by myself
Now they all be gunnin' for the kid
I wish 'em well
They pray that I'ma fail, tell them
Overwhelmed by joy and I can't hide it
Livin' it easy, easy livin' it all
Roll up a fat one, no one within a yard (yeah)
I'm with good friends and it's so
that pack
Fat dope but I got that back
In the strip club with them racks
Ho know that I got that sack
Freddie Kane, baby
I make you do something
[Sauce Money]
(*Laughing*) Brooklyn
This is the set-off
Kay Sleezy
Take it to the streets nigga
Word up
Sauce Money
Uh, uh
Proper set-off
Don't get
at the stock market
And he did
Because guess what
A lot of people die
And a lot more are going to die unless he gets a lot smarter about it
Did you use the word
But, don't let her fool you, she know that she got it
Chewin' bubble gum, 'cause she know that she poppin'
Now, she can't walk 'casue my pole hit her
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