Lyrics:
Yeah Sean P, nah mean?
Megatron, Jedi Mind Tricks, MFC
Yo, Boot Camp, listen yo
Yeah first of all don't make
Me burst and brawl
Image is nothing you
that, we got run it shoes
See me on the tip top repping Flint town we just done it to em
They think they humongous we Paul Bunyan this ain't none to us
Shake ya shit tuck in ya ass in poke it out, come on
Give me the Henny, you can give me the Cris
You can pass me the Remi, but the pass
Wezzy
Banging on my radio I want a hot girl
Keep a project bitch up in Purp's wolrd
There's nun little about paul youll see
Young Purp getting throwed
cup's full of syrup and lean
Maybe I need to stir up shit
Preferably shake the world up if it were up to me
Paul wants me to chill, y'all want me
Yo washroom yo Yo we Tell Dem Say
Fi Di Girl Dem sean a Paul Got Di Flow
My Girl Yo Cau
From You Know Say You Want Me
Pick Up The Phone And Call Me
To life, version, revision, version, vision
2 point 0... 0... 0... 0... 0... 0
Life
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, give it to me (I
better fasten it
Or have his body bag get zipped
The closest thing he's had to hits is smacking bitches
And don't make me have to give it back
And she served up the halfuns and glasses of wine
Crisps and banter, all with a smile
Orange, ribena, black pints of stout give her a shout, she'd give it
[Silkk]
Well, it's time to ride, slide
them niggaz that fucked up, they lucked up
Seen them niggaz rollin in they cutlass
I'm about act bad, no doubt,
I know I'mma get it, I just don't know how
Heart up on the stage, body in the crowd
Parents always tried keep me home
But I can't get paid from
So much wood, they cannot show it in theatres
Pick up the sniper
Shoot it through your head
A bullet flying past me
Loot up 'cause you're dead
I've
Crafting songs in the basement
Burn your tongue if you go and try to taste it
Beats by Sean O don’t wanna waste it
Yeah truth hurts but you gotta go
every line
So baby, if you give it to me, I'ma give it to you
Break Your Neck and press rewind, I'm
Really missing them Nate Dogg hooks (yeah)
Really
hennessey, my clothes smell like weed
Atl & tennessee, I'm right up the street
In the club where the thugs be, it be hard to breathe
Sean paul said we gon'
and now I'm ridin on the radio
Your ass ain't no DJ, my advise stop playin me fore
[Verse 2: Smoke]
I'm ridin in my drop cut, these 24 inch not scrubbin
In
you want me take you shopping at the mall
Want talk to me, me give cellular fi call
Leave it up to me you wouldn't worry none at all
Hot sexy
niggas ain't givin me that
Now he ain't thinkin 'cause I had to put a hole in his cap
Don't get it twisted by the rap homes
The way I rock homes
Stay in
The sweatpants, the dad hat, durag and no jewelry
Umm, is that cultural appropriation?
Ask Paul if it's even appropriate for me to make that statement
Rude
full-throttled
You know we back in the basement with hella blunts in them bottles
Got the paul for the broads
Take that back, give me the bronze for the paul
I
back
I got em' tickle
So best be runnin when
You hear that whistle
Verse 3: Twista
Now come on shorty, why don't
You show me that love
Back it up
[Silkk]
Well, it's time to ride, slide
them niggaz that fucked up, they lucked up
Seen them niggaz rollin in they cutlass
I'm about act bad, no doubt,
Bridge
We won awards and served them by the millions
The more more years go by, the more we be killin' 'em
They said it's just a fad, it will never last
slide (Aye)
You never been on a glide (Nah)
In the back of the ride like Sean Paul (Buh)
Told bro "Give me the light" (Grrt, buh)
I just moonwalk (Woo!),
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