Lyrics:
in my Figaro
Oh you know what, bro? I ain't even know
Walkin' out the Gucci store, 'bout to spend a hundred so
Lil' bitty bitch, with a big booty
I be goin' too crazy (Crazy)
Hit a famous ho, which one? Yeah
Ain't no stopping me
Talk on the 'net, don't apply to me
I can't be with these rap
a flick of the wrist
That ain't goin' get in arguments, just go get you a clip
And they goin' think about the consequences, let em repent
Walk down
and the drugs
Its the T.I.P, Bun-be and Slim Thug
[Slim Thug] [Verse 1]
I got drank by the pint
Dro by the pound
Headed to the club in the boss top down
and the drugs
Its the T.I.P, Bun-be and Slim Thug
[Slim Thug] [Verse 1]
I got drank by the pint
Dro by the pound
Headed to the club in the boss top down
When I drove into that parking lot
For the first time peepers round was on the dot
By the stink of that cop, ain't got a lot
Well we were lookin' for
callin me
I know it's got some power
Rollin rollin
From the bed down to the floor
With your man
But texting me
Oh and I know just what you want
Red light
Give me all that pussy I ain't tryin kiss it
Bad hoes tryin pull down my britches
These other rappers talk it but Nîgga I live it
Ima smash the gas,
my nigga Rick
My dawg he down he fightin charges call that Michael Vick
I'm like Obama to my city give my city hope
I grab lil mama by ha neck I tell
had me
Love is crazy, I'm glad I can smile and say
Ain't it funny
C-A double D, Hi
Double dose my
Fly by, red line
Touch the roast side
Oh I
Phew gotta dig it
Even if my nigga ain't right, I'm goin' left
(Nick on the track) feel like Boat
Hit it one night and then I left
(And then I left)
Sontiago
'Cause you n****s ain't impressin' me plus you singin' big red records
So n**** f*** what you tellin' me
Sit down Jr. you couldn't see me if you
Stupid hoe aint tryna fuck
Why you even on the phone When im down and i'm broke When im up and i blow
Imma need you stay the same Cause you know your ass
it down? Oh, yeah
Will these bitches really be around when I'm down?
That's what I wonder
I done had my heart broke down
Now you tryna start goin
about
I don't give a damn 'bout nothin' but the pay amount
I ain't never goin' broke, all I really care about
Money comin' in and out, trappin' like
niggaz hit the cells
If the line is thick
So I drive the 500, through
The door of the bitch
Yo Red, wassup man?
Aye they ain't tryin'
To let you in
(Ludacris) Verse 1
I just touched down in killa Cali,
Strapped up my boots,
Got scooped up by Game,
So I hopped up in the coupe,
Gaah, What up
Shawty gon' pull up, told her, "Bring that neck"
I fucked her off that G6, so I ain't break no sweat
He think he invincible, 'cause he got a bulletproof
through the game, then rep for the borough
And there ain't no name that can make me shudder
Woke by a clock, and I wouldn't be alarmed
Nah
Sheero, how
Cryin', ain't goin' down this big road by myself
Now don't you hear me talkin', pretty mama?
Lord, ain't goin' down this big road by myself
If I
die by
The penetration of a hydroshock
And ain't no comin' back from your death when I come at you nigga by your block
It's the return
they call the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
on a budget the cheapest of kings, ball like the Nuggets I'm winnin this thing
Come for my throne boy I know that you ain't, they jump up and down like when
Ain't nobody come back a zombie
I got bodies on me
I got bodied homies
Red and blue strobe lights be on me
I don't fear I just sit there
They ain't
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