Lyrics:
on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
Like a hot buttered pop-da-pop-da-pop, dibbie dibbie
Pop-da-pop-pop, you don't dare stop
Come alive, y'all, gimme whatcha got
I guess by now
day
We'll be coming back for you one day
I don't even care if I know you, out of our minds
Sad to leave it all behind
We'll be coming back
We'll be
man...
The flow stone cold, the family stunned like a McMahon
What? I expect all demands met like job interviews
Got get it cause the rent is due
Look
to
This here is an understatement
Got better shit on the album
They blowing up with they deals
Yet imma do it without one
Like driving the bat mobile
You
before Quill get kilt
Do Quill got skill at all, homie?
It was some Braveheart shit, all I heard was Nas, homie
Did you really expect to last, Day?
You
I told y'all niggas I was comin' back hard, nigga
Oh, you ain't heard this shit since Thug Motivation, nigga, okay
Hey, hey, hey, hey hoes ain't
touch is all I need
Got me feeling weak, so before you leave my side
Come back over here and give me something to remember you by
You by, you by, you
a fuck
All them fuckin haters you know they stuck
Cause I'm strapped with my 9
I'm strapped with a .40
Flem got them shit cause it gonna get rowdy
Cock
a fuck
All them fuckin haters you know they stuck
Cause I'm strapped with my 9
I'm strapped with a .40
Flem got them shit cause it gonna get rowdy
Cock
you
I got a lot of thug in me (maybe it's the thug in me) (in me)
That I wanna give to you girl (maybe it's the thug in me)
Moan, baby, when we
bring a quarter back
Weigh it up bag it up pass it to my runnin' back
I got short on my pay
That's a flag yell this way
[Chorus]
Ninth inning
smoke again
Ayo, who's that, it's Lil EZ
Back from the dead, eggs over easy all over his head
I can cook you an omelette and shove it down your throat
on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
Like a hot buttered pop-da-pop-da-pop, dibbie dibbie
Pop-da-pop-pop, you don't dare stop
Come alive, y'all, gimme whatcha got
I guess by now
(Don't don't)
Don't just take a swing at it (A swing at it)
Jesus really got your back
No game relationship takes practice
VERSE
Batter, batter,
stuttered when you walked by
You want me to lick it and even worse
Got your heart set on me goin' first, and that ain't no fair exchange
You do me
you
I got a lot of thug in me (maybe it's the thug in me) (in me)
That I wanna give to you girl (maybe it's the thug in me)
Moan, baby, when we
and all the niggas you claim to
Came were trained by the weak
Double up ya power
Gotta compile it to fuck with me (Ah)
Made it clear like a squeegee
hand went up
Baby now you got a roomful of honest opinions
You can take it or leave it"
He leaves it either betrayed or bemused
It's always difficult
Yeah
Shorty, I know what you need
I got everything you need
I promise I ain't gon' hold out neither
I'ma give it all to you, baby
That's
, give it all to you
I give it all to you, give it all to you God
People in the world might call me odd
But I got the Holy Spirit and I feel it
Your mercy
it's cold and lonely in the deep dark night
(Deep dark night) paradise by the dashboard light
You got to do what you can
And let mother nature do
it's cold and lonely in the deep dark night
(Deep dark night) paradise by the dashboard light
You got to do what you can
And let mother nature do
the cribs
You can give me whaever just pass the Courvoisier
Five thousand boomin watts
I got a thousand karats all over my watch
Travel lighty, flow
and they fitted
Why you little niggas bucked for an outfield
Through the thing get pass me I'm out here
Out where their guns bust we??? hit up
Something
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