Lyrics:
play by the rules aye
Bitch I keep I tool wit me
And I got these bands hoe
She don't wanna lose me
But I don't understand oh
These drugs I abuse
Then I
leave bullets, stuck in ya head
Keep that in mindi'm get back to that
The gun connect called and said, "Holla
I'm about to feed the block whatchu want?"
I
Yeah, what's up?
Lil' Jon and my muthafuckin' nigga
Mac muthafuckin' Dre let's go
It's been a minute since they heard you, Dre
Check this out finna
gone keep it cool
Imma make her sang make her sang when I’m thru
Imma make her sang make her sang when I’m thru
Imma keep a thang me thang on me too,
grownup
You fuccin' with a hustlin' young nigga
Gettin' skrilla
I like yo lil laugh and I like ya lil figure
Every time you pass by I say hey what up suga?
A nobody and quietly grew into "Dee Wit the Gas"
At first I lacked hustle as told by my dad
But I seen that lil money and start learning fast
Dis Dat Phat
on me screaming:
[Chorus]
Take that and rewind it back,
Lil' Jon got the beat to make ya booty go (clap)
Take that and rewind it back,
Usher
on me screaming:
[Chorus]
Take that and rewind it back,
Lil' Jon got the beat to make ya booty go (clap)
Take that and rewind it back,
Usher
on me screaming:
Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah
Take that and rewind it back,
Lil' Jon got the beat to make ya booty
shoot in the sky
I can teach you science like Bill Nye
Ima real bag chaser ain't got time to lie
Get some too from ya thot cause she like my song
Little
i think of, Heavy drinker, tryna keep a cool head
Hella troubles, Sicko probably think he need meds
In struggle, Floating caught out in the deep end
clog up yo' mind
Now, I'm ah nigga ta keep ta myself, and don't fuck wit' nobody
I'm quiet, I'm thuggin'. Why are y'all so fast?
Ain't time ta take
Deuce Duke
Project Pat
Juicy J, let me tell you, man
Lil Jon
We too crunk, ho, we got you niggas scared, yo (yeah)
We too crunk, ho, we got
Shimmy shimmy ya
Shimmy yeah
Shiimy bitch
Steady wishing on these hoes swear yo Ass was timmy bitch
And i made my family proud stackin All my pennies
Yeah
Uh-huh
Look
(Verse 1)
Niggas use to ride for me tryna fuck my old hoes
But I ain’t come up with ya, so I know how that goes
Front rows
just off the drobe
Smooth nigga getting money and laying low
You can't be pressed for that lil pussy that ain't the code
Make sure you grab ya wheel you
all dimes, right
Rhetorical they always be
Cool like Blades of Glory scenes
Ghost Face when I make her scream
Wake up and go chase a dream
All them
could keep it
You know there's only one ghetto Queen with a guillotine
real bitch that carry gats by the spleen
Na mean?
Some bitch is on the other line,
asked you if this was true, you said no way
Birdman said 'Believe Dat!', T.I.P. was like 'Shawty!'
Then Young Jeezy said 'That's Right!' and Lil' Jon
chasing it
Man u can’t even see
But shit i’m trying
I'm trying to keep my head above the water
Yeah i’m tryna live my life a lil longer
Shit i’m trying
I'm
the dougie
I'm a shake those cheeks
When we laying in the sheets
On her hands and her knees
Screaming (oui papi)
Ya ya that's cool is a good ass time for you
Hey Lil momma yeah I like your style
Got to pretty round thing make the crowd go wild
Yeah I like the way you move no time for clowns
Keep it real
he swervin' by
That's your issue - God bless ya - you deserve to die
[Lil Wayne]
Look,
Which one of these niggas playin' with me?
I'ma strap up
got that shit on me
I keep that shit on me)
Lil' shorty got that shit in his pants (lil' shorty got that shit)
.40 with the dick at the end (.40
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