Lyrics:
and still kick it and bringing wicked
I'm living raw, straight by the boss
But I runs out of drugs no more
So let the coke pour on the scale boy
Let's get
puff by the pound
Throwin' this money, they waitin' for it to come down
Fall in the spot, but only real ones allowed
Start from the bottom that mean
to waste, nigga
Choke your punk ass out, neck brace nigga
I do the same shit I learned on sex-tapes with her
New money, call it cake, fresh-baked nigga
am, the nights broken
By the time a nigga get to the crib, the mall open
Man the nerve of this high-ass bitch, she on the molly
She said she she want
[Ving Rhames]
He's a hustler, unbound by law
A self-made, millionaire
With a wreckless disregard, for the haters
Ludacris, on "Southern Gangsta"
flat-foot but dance good and kick ass good
These niggas can't hold me, I'm a handful
The nigga nigga,
I'm the nigga, the nigga nigga, the nigga nigga
Fuck
Now the way you walked by had me running right after
And I never chase pussy but that's another chapter
Got me caught up in the rapture, Anita for
wall and shut your grill
I'ma paralyze your heart and shove your ass under the hill
President Bill...Clinton got his dick sucked by that horny white
up
Fly takin' cash from yo' ass, Mr. Stick 'Em Up
Fuck the damn security, fuck a motherfuckin' cop
If they kick me out the club, I'll buck 'em in
to kick
Forget about the dick, get, turn a trick, then yell GERONIMO!
Suga Free, I keep it V.I.
If lovin the pimpin is wrong Pimpin, I don't wanna be right!
of cardboard and plastic
It's ass in fashion an army with no discipline
Caskets half-dick promoters off acid
When the peak of victory comes hate starts
what you saying
I'll be a duck & this aint that
You got duck lips in yo pic so drop that ass & make it quack
I mean drop that ass & make it jiggle imma
fuckin' with my pride, tellin' me you ain't love me
Why, you told me you ride, but you ain't even trust me
You was in the stu when I made my cousin
Yo, ass
the fridge next to a stick of butter and Capri Suns
My lil' bitch ass the fattest (fattest)
Body like she work at Magic (Magic)
And since I'm rich I deserve
Ay
Let me kick it to you right quick, man
Not on some gangsta shit man, on some real shit
Anybody done been through the same thing, I'm sure you
comes back crying
'Cause her lover ain't around no more
I'll kick that smart ass out the door
There's times I don't believe in nothing
Sometimes I do
it, chop it and cook it
See how shit come back round for ya? (Yeah)
Gotta kick in the oven now watch it bubble
And you can knock on my door
But you
niggas, young fly niggas
Getting down, do or die niggas, don't try niggas
I changed my mind, I don't want your bitch
'Cause sorry ass women just don't
hand
Or that's your ass
I need my cake
I want my bread
If I don't get I'm gonna bust you
In your head
In your head
I've been hustlin'
bitches, dropping hoes soon as it get hot
Is her ass fat?
Does she get money?
That's too bad She gotta go
Tell that bitch huddy
Now she really mad
Cuz
Four-fives and fo-fos’
Bring your clown ass round here
And bring your best folk
That’ll be the easiest way
To get your ass smoked
By the block, hitters from
Sip syrup a lot
D-damage all these bitches curves a lot
K-k-kick them to the curb a lot
Smoke a lot
'Cause she get on my nerves, a lot
Blow that purple
twenties just like I'm a prophet
By thirty I'm drownin' in cash
Bitch I'm the man and I know the truth
Did it my way I had no excuse
Worked my ass off now I
killin you" written on the side of
The willingness to go in, like whatever's inside of a diver
Get in his ass like a sodomizer
Fix him by any means like
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