Lyrics:
a tennis match
My eyes go where dat ass go gimmie dat
You got Shakira hips see that's profession lady
You dealin' wid a A now
Brake it down for me
My fleet goals, by da creep cold
We blaze, y'all won't see those, you just feel 'em
We raise the states in this game, like helium
The new
The Hobby
Niggas Gon Run In Yo Pocket
We Find Out You Got It
(Gimmie Dat)
Got Cocaine Like Yo Gotti
All These Bottles That's Poppin
Niggas Say They Real
But
with waves and perms
Just sendin chunky rhythms right down ya block
We be to rap what key be to lock
But
I'm cool like dat [x7]
I'm cool...I'm cool...
kill off you niggas
I took you lames out the frame now you boys get the picture
I be bout my curren$y, young hot spitta
Y'all be entertaining ducks
was peadsy
Now she underneath me and she gettin greasy suck a nigga up and later shawty finna repeat
She gon entertain gimmie brain make it shake make
don't play
Heard NLE Choppa said light up dat tookah
Dem hollows goin peak through his brain
Got ARs & shotguns in case a fuck boy wanna play put his ass
I say damn, I'm just happy for my fam
Broke nigga to a million dollar man
I say, you ain't even know dat lingo
I say, you ain't even know dat lingo
nigga fighting for pussy
Like nigga keep talkin your shit (Uh Huh)
I got a whole lotta blicks (Uh Huh)
Say that you loving that bitch (Uh Huh)
Why
you walk like around hbic but when you come see me you walk around like timid
Like girls imma turn her no Timmy
Why dat nigga think he dat when I
by the gun die by the same thang
Time bomb tickin won't bust until ya push it
[Chorus:]
And I'm buckin on em
I'm wylin on em
I'm crankin on em
I'm
Intro:
( Yeah, Kusanagi Nigga, you know, dat network shit, you know, Voodoo baby)
Verse:
Crown Gang tha greatest, don't debate us, why these
How you gone F*** around and call me bea?
I'm on you neck so gimmie all the pay!
I got like three bands on the way!
I gotta glock b**** finna stutter
mommas barely ask for shit
They keep it solid
That’s why I keeping my promise
When everybody realize I’m the hottest
& gimmie my profit watever they want
do me like this
Why can't we all be a woman like this
Why can't we all be a woman like
When I look back you and I would know
Mr. Serotonin, Dominos
catch his ass
Up on dat' magazine
And I been doin' my own shit like
Why they mad at me?
Like you can't be me yeah I'm one of one
Lil' bitch I'm glad to be
a parasail
I became the a new Alpha male
Or the Oracle
That's a miracle
Y'all hyped it up to be
Cynical
We give it straight with no interludes
Gimmie my mules
gimmie my ring
Life seeing I can't be defeated
So gone head gimmie my ring
True champion and I been chose
So gone head gimmie my ring
Definitely earned
(streets talkin)
Pimpin' hand been growing way too strong (growin way too strong)
Since may of eight nine.
I'ma take another nigga life (gon head gimmie dat
Written by Kevin Tyler Deane (Deane)
I see no evil. Money the root
But I got a thing for forbidden fruit
Yeah I got a thing for forbidden fruit
Yeah
Y'all know I'm pretty bitch
Y'all bitches be taking shit
Yah nigga my line he hit
And I know you real upset
Y'all know I'm pretty bitch
Y
make dat lil boy tap dance
Dat lil bitch bussin it down yeah she give me a lap dance
Why da fuck dat nigga talkin dat shit in dat caption?
Ima go take
de chump over deahh? lemme see yo' draw's! uh-huhhhh! jes' couldn't hep why'seff, could ya! pheww! you best be washin' dat thang off, dahlin'!
Ws we's
but somehow I got by
Treflo prayed, Mike Vick payed
Bobby Brown stray, Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on da pad when I write
Dat may why they
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