Lyrics:
Remix
I'm sorry I ain't
I ain't get right back at'cha niggas
I've been a little busy with this Dynasty shit
But uh got my mind right, money been
whenever we cross paths, that'll be the day for them (day)
Thompson's, M16's and AK's for them
Can just get one, bullets like Frito Lays for them (haha)
da G-mix call me
The remix
You take mi love fi granted
Why? Oh why?
I never knew you’d leave me stranded
Why? Why?
You take mi love fi granted
Why?
phone deya couple contacts
You never know say dem love kill rats
Go against the dogg dem and get your head mash
Pon e endz, the dogg dem ah mad dogg
(the
to keep the cash running,
You my official lady, no booin like mcgrady, don't do nobody favors,
Tell em fuck off and pay ya, thats what I love about you,
Yeah
The Remix
I know I'm destined to win
And you are too
I'm inspired too
By You and You
Right
Aye
Uh
Woke up and I started my day, now I'm feeling
a
Canoe or a cruise ship
She said "Is it good?"
And I said "absolutely"
Now light up that doobie
Like Shaggy and Scooby
I ain't even know they made a remix
(Nile, I hear you)
(Run that back, Playboi)
Shit get ugly, everybody with me thuggin'
They keep they pistol out, no regular clips allowed
You
old by old, I guess I got it through the zips
It's quick
We over here with zip drives and the flashes
Tryin' to get our shit high to the masses
Provide
Porsche's
Boxes with glocks that'll pop ya to make ya ghost-es
Whoever come closest you've been warned
But niggas don't get the picture 'til the weapons is
prefer?
The nigga that's gonna sell a fight?
Or the nigga that's gonna end the
Fight when he get in one?
Ya house? Got foreclosed
Your cars? Got repo'd
I had to take a deep ass hit for this one, y'all
I hope y'all ready for the remix remix on some homegrown bad boy shit
Let's go
Let's get it
Run that
Oh it's the remix
(Check it)
Check it, yeah muthafuckas
What we about to do right about now, hey
We gonna get kinda funky
I am the Puff Daddy
don't wanna get rich, leave you in the hood (uh-uh)
Girl, in my eyes you the baddest
The reason why I love you, you don't like me 'cause my status
I
God sent you to me, I don't know what that's about
I don't know what I did, people say it's for the clout
They just tryna get in my head, so I took
Oh it's the remix
(Check it)
Check it, yeah muthafuckas
What we about to do right about now, hey
We gonna get kinda funky
I am the Puff Daddy
a load sack like Watt
Get rich off a rap, but that ain't the only plot
Twin just hop, straight outta that drop
You can't smell nothing but Za, like let's
the trap right now I can get it off fast shit quick as it came
Hell naw I ain't never do this for fame
Way before rappin' they knew me by name
I was out
the light when my vibes get bleak
She be the crutch when my knees get weak
I think she reads my mind telepathically
Catch me by surprise when your staring
that video on Brody, But shout out to DZ
Travis Thompson told me keep it goin', that shit excited me
I'm Sir mix alot with the booty, back in 93
I'm
The twin' Jesuses with diamonds in them, that's clear they grey gooses
Maybe cause I'm in they roofless or the Hypno I put in they juices
I'm the "Joe
like, damn, he probably don't get her wet
He be turnin' her off with all that throwin' up after sex (eww)
Still got the nerve to show their sex tape
in a year
The man up above only man that I fear
We gone get it straight
We gone get it clear
Surrounded by water like I was a pier
I'm stuck in
guard... and finishing
("That's enough overdramatics. Give me that gun before someone gets hurt.
Stand by...")
With, uh, the beach woman clad in
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