Lyrics:
there's always mo', OWWWW!
Don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang
Bombs over Baghdad!
Yeah! Ha ha yeah!
Don't even bang unless you plan
let me work it/ I put by thing down flip it and reverse it/It???s your fremme neppa venette/It???s your fremme neppa venette???
Soulja Boy ???
a hurricane
Lost there home
But love gained
Skin clean in dirty jeans
Warm heart closed, dry eyes now
For this big bad ass girl world
Boy wonder
This the story of a project baby
Yung nigga with a glock no safety
Full house by the bunch no Brady
Mashed potatoes boy my life wasn’t gravy
Yea they
Drop your top, and roll with me
It's the Big Moe, and that E.S.G.
Boys bleeding blocks, in these H-Town streets
Man it's going down, making ghetto
Baby
Drop your top, and roll with me
It's the Big Moe, and that E.S.G.
Boys bleeding blocks, in these H-Town streets
Man it's going down, making
Baby
Drop your top, and roll with me
It's the Big Moe, and that E.S.G.
Boys bleeding blocks, in these H-Town streets
Man it's going down, making
can't
Make no mistakes
Gave her D one time
She trynna have my last name
Turned her life around
Sumn like an HURRICANE
Take the game by STORMS ain't here
bangin
My niggaz gang bang
She’s in love with the gang so she let me drive the boat
Groupie groupie groupie groupie groupie
Can tell by the way that this
niggaz are tough
You can all get shot like wududum bang and a bang if that isn't enough
Free all my guys locked feds still in the hood connecting the dots
Cocoa brovaz hurricane mida mida
Ton touch sound doofy eatin fajitas
Chillin' in the B-boy stance
In my Adidas
While senoritas be screaming Buenos
of control
And your life blows up like a great big balloon
It gets sucked up by the swirling wind
And you know another hurricane is coming through again
Cocoa brovaz hurricane mida mida
Ton touch sound doofy eatin fajitas
Chillin' in the B-boy stance
In my Adidas
While senoritas be screaming Buenos
to talk my shit bitch just listen real quick
Hey bitch, wanna get with my clique?
Two seater Benz, ponytails Ima flick
Got big fat titties, lip-gloss in my
the drama
And tuck the lama, now suck your mama
Boom boom bang clack zoom zoom
Hum hum guys wise yes touch pum pum
I'm Gotti boy, with that shotty toy
the opps falling, go bang (Pew)
Moving slow for the sences, they co-opps, renegates (No)
I am making no friends (No), boy I got bigger plans (ah)
Selling
gyal fi get bun
Pretty face, Chinese bangs, and one bun
Cute likkle miss, mi waistline a twist
Gimme way, bet me back up and bubble pno this
Look
they change over dollar signs
Bad hoes, lit hoes they all set you up Quick 2 bowls 4 bowls
I promise this a big dip like gymnastics boy I really made
He just finished playing with jacks
With no hesitation no turning back
He started chasing boys with six packs
Though he couldn't with his head
Ron Suno, niggas know the fuckin' vibes
Bang, bang
I keep the Glock in the sprinter
I make it hot in December
Fuck what you jackin' boy
Fuck
In France a skinny man
Died of a big disease with a little name
By chance his girlfriend came across a needle
And soon she did the same
At home there
die bitch
Hit kids not Juuls
Big teeth big bite, uncaged pitbull
Bang in this bitch, hang up the bitch
Stop calling my phone, lemme hang up your bitch
suh
She cyah never trick me
Yuh nuh need nobody
Fi tell yuh I man a BiG DEAL
Don't get carried away
By the love on the street
Could be read as hate
a ticket listenin' to that hurricane
Soon as the police got out my sight I turned back up the bang
So much vibration in my trunk that my car wont stay in
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