Lyrics:
hot dog but I’m chilly with the aim when I scope your mouth wash it guilly your brain
Take ya top off drop it if you pop shit and the message of love
my style
Now our faces never stick around
A.K.A, never hold you down
A.K.A, can't figure it out
A.K.A, you don't know me now
Oh you don't know me now
Funkee, yes girl the black mack is back
Here to kick my funky style, funky this and funky that
You can work kid you know, you could practice all your life
Papi chulo can't you see? mi amor
Baby I need you conmigo
Your style is my steelo te necesito aqui
Te necesito yo a ti, te amo
Baby come to me
Baby
Well, then take a seat (ooh yeah)
Oh, take a seat
And watch your ass go
Break it, drop it, drink it, spill it
Baby, touch your body, body
You gotta
on the track you know whats up (Come on)
Hey mami pump it up
Shake it baby let it drop (Come on)
Levanta la mano just pump it up
Dale hasta abajo just let it
couldn't
Because I don't know
And that's the God's honest truth
What I do, is what I do, I hear
A beat, I feel it, I write it, i say it
Check it la la la la
Pick your poison what don't kill you shows the weak when you allow it
See the balance never will you see me throw the towel
Took a little while mommas
When I overdosed would have caught a flat
If it makes you sick to your stomach acid
Indigestion, my suggestion's Kaopectate
If it feels like I'm
a heartless dude
The glass is half full or half empty
Well it all depends who you talking to
Mafioso
96 style
If you ain't bout' that life don't get into that
barbara Ann
Ba ba ba ba barbara Ann (Barbara Ann)
Ba ba barbara Ann
I wanna hold your hand i wanna hold your
R E S P E C T find out what it means to me
R
want is to be with you all the days of my life
Be the girl that you twirl on the dance floor every night
All the things I'll do for you when I'm your
rap industry I’m in it
Even my fucking style you wanna copy
Me and mine are getting lit
Baby mama wanted to leak
So you always wanted to be me
But you
life are free
The good life, it feel like Atlanta
It feel like L.A., it feel like Miami
It feel like N.Y., summertime Chi, ahh
Now throw yo' hands up
Boy, you write your name, I can do the same
Ooh, I love your grace, la la la la
All of your style, I want it (La la la la)
Boy, you write your name, I
Winning streaks and taking over
Yh
Just look at my life and learn from me
Look at my style and talk your shit
I'm making my g's
And blowing my trees
Yh, yh
never tear you down, oh
Day by day, baby steps and staying in your lane
That's really the only way it seems to make a future your own way, oh
Yeah they
It's round 1 it's getting hot in here
And SOB y'all know my slogan
(get em the fuck outta here)
As far as DNA I hate your fucking style
I hate your
siento el dueño
Girl I wanna have you tonight
Baby
I like your style
I like the way u move your style
I wanna say your love is Mine
Mami quiero tu
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
need no press
I'mma hot boy shout out Weezy baby
If your man is low
Nigga, you should pay 'em
I got bitches in my swimming pool
Real life mermaids
the baby instead of gettin' it aborted
Yo, I talk morbid just to make you feel awkward
Deaths a part of life, yo, you just can't ignore it
Especially when I
that sing my song
And it's a song that's strong about right and wrong
And I'm rock it to you baby baby all night long
And it's a song about love,
foot
And then you step out with your left foot
And then you back it up like three times
And then you hop back up like three times
Hey now, ghetto style
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