Lyrics:
Could get rough, that double barrel big strong boys (Better move)
Buckle up boy
Be no fuck boy
Me, Gelatine, Big Rock
And the rest of the niggas in
get away
You better get boo'd up and go'n cuff, yeah the rock way
How, how many ways can I say that I need you, baby, it's true
I think I might die
bad I go to pieces"
If you want it, Boys, get it here, thing
Well, on the street where you live I could not hold up my head
For I put all I have in
hoes get the most, not the lesser
Trash like to fuck with forty
Dollars in the club
Fuckin' up the game, bitch, it gets no love
She be cross country,
heard, boy, we swerve, boy
We leave a nigga out of words boy, stretched on the curb, boy
Play with me, we gon' purge, boy
Bitch, I swear to God
Get
boys show me love just for keepin' it trill
Dozen lawyers on the team, I'd rather keep 'em close
Bill Cosby dead in prison, I could see the quotes
got me boo'd up, boo'd up
Boo'd up, boo'd up
Grab me by the waist, baby, pull me closer
Yeah
Ooh, no, i'll never get over you until
I find something
God gave me the blessing stay here today, cash all my wave, get out my way
Water boy water boy water boy stay on the bench
I am up next
You just a know
... you rockin wit da lost boyz
you better get them L's up .... or youll be lost boy
Everybodyyyyy put them L's up .... You rockin wit da Lost Boyz
boy you gotta get yours)
I gotta get mine, girl you gotta get yours
(I gotta get mine, boy you gotta get yours)
I gots, no love for a punk bitch
I
Don't you give up
Keep goin', keep goin', keep goin', uh
If you're not ready
You'd better get yourself together
Funk you up, we gon' funk you
and the chopper triggers
Even them alphabet boys can't stop a nigga
I pimp tight with that hoe off in the wind
Boy
I gets loose like I'm fresh up out that pen
Boy
)
Now she playin' with herself, Cam dig it out lift her up
Ma it's just a fuck girl get it out pick on up
They want the boy, Montana with guns with
you arrested!" We said, "Go ahead!
We're having our drink anyway." We'd already finished half by this... we were 'faced!
Gets off at Jersey.... yes, you
up
I know you see me on your caller I.D
So pick up the P-H-O-N-E
Pick up the phone, boy
Pick up the phone
Ayiyiyi
I said you know it would be
this way
I only go on dates with straights
Always felt unaccepted
By the gay community
So I only mess with straight boys
Cause they luh me
Well, well I
down to my corduroys (La Flame)
Got bottles by the cases
Pussy by different races
I had to get her right
That pussy changed my life (straight up)
That
Ready to ride on my doughboy
Old boy, ain't ready when I hit em with the Rolls Royce
Oh boy, get the bread right for that po boy
By the far the most dope
Yea
Gwap Manny G
Let's get it
I'm balling tell em d up
I'm balling tell em d up
I'm balling tell em d up
I'm ballin tell em d up
I'm ballin tell em d
deal, nigga you a carby copy
What you know about the South, diamonds up in our mouth
Breaking you boys off, Clover Geez in the house
What you know
want all of that
Get another plate, boy
Eat it like you don't
Have to pay, boy
Hey, boy
What's up?
Much love
Is it high?
Don't blush, huh, what?
Nice
have to get the mercury out of the old thermometer
They have through the north-facing doors to the left
By the shoe-shine boys in the lobby
have to get the mercury out of the old thermometer
They have through the north-facing doors to the left
By the shoe-shine boys in the lobby
must be suicidal
Don't say my name unless you suicidal
Don't get too close unless you suicidal
Don't touch my niggas I suggest you don't
Boy if you do
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