Lyrics:
the one shootin'
You better watch Dimo Lotte
Protect the gang for L.I.F.E. and so much more
You know the Guru so protective of you
Big head hunnids,
Aye
It's JR lil n****
Yea yea-a
Had to turn my
Auto tune all the
Way up for this one
Gla
Aye
Aye
Aye
I f*** that bitch in
The back of the Porsche
Greezed up, only f***** fly b*itches, make yo Misses
Leave your residence & f***** come & do my Dishes
Cuz I pimp like datGet money Get b*tchesIma seasoned
and aim
Tryna get from the bottom to the top like the stock exchange
Shower, shit and shave and hit the corner for a block exchange
Amazing what my
If you a bad boy
If you a bad boy then you die
Westside outlawz when we ride, get me high
They f***ed up when the rob me
Put another contract
Nobody told me the top
Will be this lonely
I'm the shit
But back then they use to
Shit on me
Get the f*ck out my face
Rich homie
They counterfeit i
and he back already
Got that sack already, man we got them racks already
As far as your girl, I hit it from the back already
I tried to get a tan, but I'm
done and then blast back
Making some room for me nigga
I f*ck on a mom in a hashback
Murderous thoughts stay on my mind but I pray I never do the shit
the minimum wage won't get
Young ni**as trapped, young ni**as strapped, heart turned black, won't turn back
Later days, dealing with mistakes
On this
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
the music industry man.
Ludacris and field mob,
Mouth to mic resuscitation.
Lets go.
can you handle it?
Eight away, bang in the back with the woofer
diggin' I'll get deep into your liver
I'm game type
Love f***in' b****es in the same night
My words are aphrodisiacs if you say 'em right
The club be
Country Summer Saturday
Written by: Jenn Lynn Jody
Capo 3:
C/cm/F
Let’s get super geek’d
Uh
Let’s Ludacris
Uh
Let’s get super geek’d baby I ain’t new to this
Uh
Let’s get super geek’d
Ice my neck and wrist it
swimming with the sharks now
F*** what you drive, just know you will get parked now
Millzy in this b****, and now I'm on the top now
I used to want
Each lazy hour
What a good life
Lying laid back
Like an old railroad bum by the track
What a good life
Living outdoors
Lie in the grass and chew
add up
Subtract us
Trap us
Stand up
Bust yo Cuffs
Get the f**k out my way
Get the f**k out my way
Get the f**k out my way
Get the f**k out my way
Get
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
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
me
Niqqa F___ ya range im in a R* audi
The Ds get be hind me the a mother F___ outti
Thats why these niqqas and the B___ talk about me
Who you know
ain't try to
Get a little money, all a sudden they don't like you
Struggled by myself, hard times I had to fight through
Topic of discussion but I wasn't
Yeah yeah
Get your hands up against the wall and spread them
Opposition I'll just take him
F*** you (f*** you) f*** you (f*** you)
Understand,
[Floyd Mayweather speaks]
[Luda:] Back up on dat ass ,
Back to put rappers on one knee like they bout to run 100 meter dash,
Bow down
muf**ka bang
Get ya money up, this cane is what we f**kin' slang
And 9 trey is what I f**kin' claim
Its Dipset, capital don of the bird gang
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