Lyrics:
of it (brr)
I asked the plug for more pints and he was out of it (huh?)
If you suck this dick, I'll make you to a rapper bitch
I got a pint of red in
Then Lil Wayne, Fat Joe, "make it rain on them hoes"
I snap my fingers, I do my step
And I can do it all by myself
Anywhere you meet me, guaranteed it's
with movement
I'm a triple G, ain't losing
Punch man, make sure it's filmed by Kugan
let's rain liqour
Rainy day let it rain molly
Bad b****** in dashikis who play it dirty like street poker
I want to go get my stash and head to Uasin
There was a rattle in the wall by the death door, babe
There was a rattle in the wall by the death door
Joe told me it was the wind from the storm
and you know
It aint no doubt
Haters in my section
But ive learned to cut them off
Steady moving like a gangsta
Lean back Fat Joe I dont dance Bruh
All
ain't always what it seem
You might get fooled if you come from out of town
But I'm down by law and I know my way around
Too much, too many people,
(4:30 in the morning, mira)
You know what I mean, mira
Dame te culo, mami (give me my shit back, give me my shit back)
Yo, Fat Joe and them is
stupid check]
[I'm wit' it. Yo Dave, let's show 'em some old school]
It makes no sense just standin' around,
Come on everybody, let's all...[Hang
And do thatdance, until it don't move,
Doowutchyalike,
Sometimes I bite.
Now if you're hungry, get yourself something to eat,
And if you're dirty
show you where this dirty shotgun goes
Mad like six green mean joe's
If i'm a little crazy i think it already shows
Because i talk about anything that
San-jaya, now who wanna try us
That four-five will spit
I'll slump you in the driver seat
And make you really ghost ride the whip
It's real talk, shade
that fat cock
We like, bam, guess who stepped in the room
Five pounds deep with a bottle of boons
Ghetto tycoons, makin' money thousands by noon
Nigga,
make sure I get through Tonight
These drugs they heavy
These bitches they light
Almost went in a comma over fucking dirty sprite
Might not make it til
nigga in the Tray
And a four of that drank to go with my dank
It makes me lean all day
About three, I'm full of them trees
A dog want to hunt for
of the trunk on him like Leslie Chow
I'm from a town where
If you make it to thirty without yo hands dirty
Shorties won't respect you
Pray to God that he protect
you'd better ask her though
Big pimp quick to kick down your door
I'ma say it again, like I said it before
Chorus (4X)
When them Dirty Boys drop
Better
ain't always what it seem
You might get fooled if you come from out of town
But I'm down by law and I know my way around
Too much, too many people,
know how you do the voodoo that you do
So well it's a spell, hell
Makes me wanna shoop, shoop, shoop
Shoop shoop ba doop shoop ba doop
Shoop ba doop ba
[Intro]
I just wanna tell you you're special..
You know I meet a lot of beautiful women..
But you.. You make me feel good..
So Good..
It's hard
a female Joe Pesci
And I want to make her a made woman
and I hope she gon' let me, cause she looks so sexy
[Interlude: R. Kelly]
OHH! And this is for
the hardest
Holdin' it down like a female Joe Pesci
And I wanna make her a made woman
And I hope she gon' let me, cause she looks so sexy
Oh! And this is for
makes legal and illegal things clear
Indeed, we have sent it down as an Arabic Qur'an, in order that you may understand
We relate to you, O Muhammad,
Dirty, don't you know that I be counting?
Getting money is my daily routine (Daily Routine)
Ok
My bitch bed, my knot fat, got it going on, I'm all that
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