Lyrics:
The bitch is back by popular demand (That's right)
You know my name (Yeah you do)
Say it bitch (What's my name bitch?)
Yuh yuh yuh yuh
Koblizzy
his ass, we ran right through it
You out actin like yo' shit be tight
Get some shit, fuck it off like Tamika Wright
Get the fuck out my site, I
thugged out y'all (what!)
Yo, yo.. we thugged out y'all!
[Chorus: Capone-N-Noreaga]
[N] I say I don't really give a fuck
[C] Why do don't really give
Yeah, yeah
Boss Chick
Bubbles Again
Yo wah do da yute yah
Him tek me for chicken head or something
Meet a man and him like me
Hey hey hey hey
He
Them trick niggas in they ear saying they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink up out her
She like my style, she like my
What's all the noise about?
Have some respect shut the fuck up
Driveby money talkin shit yo back the truck up
Y'all niggaz don't respect me but
a party ahk
Fuck a cop catch a body call it body rock
Blowing sticky on my grizzy call it milli rock
Mind yo bizzy before I smoke you like extended glocs
a boat
Crippin w all my notes locced in w all the locs essays Gd's baby
I got folks I roll fat blunts can't match nigga
Fat gloc yo gotti cuz I'm moving
up to her quick
Lemme tell something shawty
Ion mind being yo Clyde
If you gone ride like Bonnie
If not I'll holla back like Gwen Stefani
I'm tryna
And all you pussy ass niggas ain't even seen a stamp
I air you lil niggaz out and I won't need a ramp
I'm connected my mob ties John Gotti
The rides is
Zaga, Zaganaga, You hear she moans? Boom!
Aye yo Monica won't you help me and Timb
Change dis shit up again, yeah hit'em
Ooh you turn me on, so boy
clothes you cant tell by the tag
I don't mean to boast and brag but them hoes around you hating
They just waiting on you to slip so I could leave yo ass
Already bitch
Trunk full of yay bitch, PA to H Town nigga
Get on yo' money motherfucker
It's really goin down in the South
Sweet Jones biatch!
(Uh)
there?)
Yo, hey yo
[Chorus 2X: Sheek and Redman]
Get up, stand up - throw your hands up
All my thug niggaz throw your motherfuckin hands up
Get up, stand
un Patek
Tú me extrañas, yo lo sé, porque nadie como yo va a nacer
Mis sentimiento' los maté, cambié el amor por un Patek
Tú me extrañas, yo lo
lets go
im bout to murder this shyt
im bout to murder this shyt
its ya boy weezy BABY
holla
ay ay
bitch im down for my squiddies and i ride for
chase it
Already told you Im golden, yuh
Better quit bagging on shawty
Only gonna bag it up like Gotti
Disrespect like Motti
Disrespect the motto, oh yuh
What ?!
I’m buying the by the brick (2 Paints)
In the trap where I’m doing my shift (All Day)
Pull up get a bag and dip (Dip Dip)
If I make em mad
time is near, so get your body dropped off
I stopped trustin niggaz since Gotti got caught
It's Bricks keep your wrist covered, or piss colored
By
And you betta put a low jack on yo ho mane
I just call her boo
I don't know her whole name
Keep it on the low mane
All we eat is lo mien
Came from
off
I stopped trustin' niggas since Gotti got caught
It's Bricks, keep your wrist covered, I'm piss colored
By the waist got a gun as dark as Kris
off
I stopped trustin' niggas since Gotti got caught
It's Bricks, keep your wrist covered, I'm piss colored
By the waist got a gun as dark as Kris
me how to be an African Balla
I'm an African Balla just like T'Challa
If you are trying to stand up for your people then holla
I'm an African Balla
If I got a rack she holla (aye)
If she got a rack I call her (g)
Definitely won't tap no dollar (nah)
Queso in bag like Paula (Dean)
I just wanna
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