Lyrics:
part we gon thug to the end
See I got you my nigga from the streets to the pen
We all family so you know that I care
And if you need me my nigga just
Your school get dazed like G by G
Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, kill
Take nuts and screws out ferris wheels
If you ain't Missy, payin' no bills
they act like they know us
Want a penthouse suite, that's bout 50 flo's up
whip painted gold and black
They calling me gold dust
When I pull up, you know
the credits, made a couple edits please don't make a scene
Obsessed with lettuce, that my little fetish, live my wildest dreams
How you want it
Bodying my
waists
I like pretty toes
I like pretty face
Chanel on my gal
I can tell by the fragrance
I like the way you smell
Bust up open
Let me taste it
Put it in
Ima Little Devil Nigga But I Dont Wear Prada Ima East Side Rida I Dont Speak Never Been a Socialiser I Work Hard Smoke Weed Ima Grinder If I Ride You
What up with it man
Boss Man
Yall know we ain no joke this way man
Everything we say 100, You feel me
Keep it solid
Thats how we move this way
Swear
And everything in the dim light
She has a way of putting him right.
Charley by boy, oh Charley my boy
You thrill me, you kill me with shiver of joy
You
the dick
Get's the fuck out after you're done
And I hops in my ride to make a quick run
[Dr. Dre]
I used to know a bitch named Eric Wright
We used
reenact outdated scriptures
Educate I'm still that nigga
Two fucks you ain't fuckin me
Fell from orbit I feel delivered
Surrounded by all of these fuck
heads
Still I hope I run your mind keep knocking em' dead
You know it's nearing by your time refusing the bed
Conversations over vino 'bout to alter ego
a stain type
Only fuck with ridas, she gon' ride me if I say so
Only fuck with hittas that gon hit up all yo prop uh
Only fuck with shawtys that be actin
Ridin' by, drivin' high
Me and all the hommies smokin'
Dumpin' if you chokin' smokin'
Smoke slow when they hit you
Caught you might pass out
Look
Seventh flo' with the 'dro now, nineteenth flo' by the rocks now
Gettin' paper make me feel like
Let me see all of my gangsters come up in Chi-Town
Let me
WIT ME
YOU KIDDIN ME
YOU SHITTIN ME
EVERYBODY A PLUG
WELL THIS THE ELECTRICITY
BZZZZZZ
Yo flo need a kick stand
and a bedside piss pan
darts accurate
prolly more likely of the three
This sickens me, I hate these results
Young folks on milk cartons and t-shirts
Pou' a lil' liquor on the flo'
For all
Card!
Vas-y, va vivre en Floride, toute façon t'as le swag à Flo Rida
C'est ça!
freaky while the bed squeakin'
Baby you so fine
Grab you by the waist I wanna feel on what's behind
You just wanna fuck me I can tell what's on your mind
I
from the flo' two sets of hoes
K west to go
Let me talk on this let me walk on this
Mark Spitz extra clips of hollow tips
I'm full throttle with Chicago
It went down when I caught 'em
We been talkin' to each other at the
House while standin' by the lake
You say that you love me
Ain't respond 'cause I
[Chorus: x2]
I go by the name of Bow Weezy and,
All the other lil' homies be easy and,
I gotta do my thing to get the cheese again
You can't see me ya
you aint nothin but a pest
Runnin to the check like a athlete
Servin these customers the police after me
Olympic gold medal how i flee the scene
or a lighta(lighter)
And listen to a young rida(rider)
On the side of Pimp double tril
Make you lighter than a feather in yo DOB hat
Bitch now listen can you solve that
to be my girlfriend
Girl you got me hypnotized
Ima tryna make it clear
Why you standing over there
You should be here by my side let's go!
Hey girl
Why
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