Lyrics:
seas
I'm pimpin' this gat
Watch me hidy flice these hoes
Leave em short changed
Take they fame and roll
Wacth em all fall to tha flo'
It's a t-k-o
takin' photos
And I love you 'cause you freaky with the door closed
Drop it to the flo', let that go when you roll slow
And I love it when I hit it from
Just a country girl
From the Carolinas but I travel all around the world
Niggas know she real
You can tell by the way I speak
Cant hold a conversat6
a n*gga, treat him like B roll
All we ever wanted was a kilo
All we ever wanted was a kilo
All we ever wanted was a kilo
I was serving junkies out
takin' photos
And I love you 'cause you freaky with the door closed
Drop it to the flo', let that go when you roll slow
And I love it when I hit it from
[B-section]
[Chorus]
[Fabolous]
young money on the flo'
connection to the Chi
what it is!
I roll through the block and the roof be low and the 22's
shorty what you drivin' stoned by your daddy
Oops, you almost had me, geesed up until I saw the truth
And one day I see you standin' at a token booth
It
with it
Be through with it
Right in the midst of happiness
Her mood will switch and ruin it
You thinking you know women and your just so intuitive
Spanish rice
Girl I’m fuckin’ with your energy and your vibe
Spin my head round round like I’m Flo Ride
These other hoes don’t be looking when they go by
you're done
Then I hops in my coupe to make a quick run
I used to know a bitch named Eric Wright
We used to roll around and fuck the hoes at night
you're done
Then I hops in my coupe to make a quick run
I used to know a bitch named Eric Wright
We used to roll around and fuck the hoes at night
(Mixx scratches "Yakety Yak")
Brother Marquis:
When you're told to do something by your mom and dad
Don't frown in their face or get mad
Because
carryout
It's On the Flo cater to me i'm destined child
Too Conceited cut the beat T Wildn' out
Pour that Casa in my Zemonade
Don't be staring at me roll up
thirty-six
Ha ha, only if she's 5'3
So your girlfriend rolls a Honda, playin' workout tapes by Fonda
But Fonda ain't got a motor in the back of her Honda
[Manny Fresh]
I told ya fuckin' ass I be back
In a brand new Fleetwood Cadillac
License plate say money makin' nigga fa sho
Chillin' by ya boy house
to life, back to life
One show, Jay go for the gusto
On a boat full of dope, goin' up flow
Ali when I float it's a KO
Face to the flo', go hit 'em with
thirty-six
Ha ha, only if she's 5'3
So your girlfriend rolls a Honda, playin' workout tapes by Fonda
But Fonda ain't got a motor in the back of her Honda
lookin' right back
Just don't stop dancin 'cause I like it like that
[Dolla Will]
It's on once again, come and roll with a pimp
I ain't mad at ya
rough brother,
Word to my grandmother.
I buck you in the head just to let ya know.
Stick you for ya dough, spit on the flo',
Drag it out of ya, bring
When I come around, you sound like an opp
You clown, you facade
The town'll be noddin, at every stop
I do me regardless, no time to watch
I roll by ya
due, with my play-dough
I gotta see some loot so all my girls I blow
Shook them shits in my palm let em hit the flo'
Kept my eyeballs scopign for them
due, with my play-dough
I gotta see some loot so all my girls I blow
Shook them shits in my palm let em hit the flo'
Kept my eyeballs scopign for them
then wave and sip
I like it when she show me she can rock it, roll it, drop it to the flo'
Bouncin' slow, shawty's all pro, that's the way to go
Jello
You niggas sleeping on me here we go again
Goin in til' I roll up in a fuckin yacht ayy
Right up on Jefferson, right up on the block ayy
Ducking from
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