Lyrics:
Shoutout my boy Blem
You already know
Shmoke11 hoe
Get the liquid nitrogen I’ll chug that shit straight
You wanna bite my moves that means I decide yo fate
Yeah, yeah, yo, yo, ay
Call me papi
That's my mamasito
She like it naughty
Bongo By The Way
Yeah, she call me papi
That's my mamasito
She
as solid as they come
You measure trill by the payload nigga
I don't believe a word they utter
It be the so called gangstas
Who go and run and cry for mother
the terms chicks are like cars,
Well I treat bitches like drinks,
When I step in the club and by out tha bar,
So let me quench my thirst wit you
money yeah it’s by any means
Some of my dawgs made that dodie by tha P
I been posted round them thugs Audelia creek
Imma Nawf Dallas baby
Mane
get it, get it)
Ooo Ooo, You think I can come over and smash?
Ooo Ooo, Don't stop, get it get it (Do what you do)
[Chingy]
The club be packed, Hey,
bills, call me back when you made a mill
Does it kill to make a dream real, real-life feels like I'm on a pill
Everyday sober but slobber all over
M.O.B., nigga 'cause we mob on you tricks
And you know we keep it money over bitches
M.O.B., nigga 'cause we mob on you tricks
And you know we
Now I suppose this should be the post game but I'll do it pre cos I'm over time
Yeah this should be the post game but I'll do it pre cos I'm over
the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
As the baddest rapper there
they flaunt it I move on it
Daggonnit now who want it
Drink a lot of 151 I'ma get it done it's really fun when I be killin my opponent
Don't be so
dough
Niggas talkin’ like they got something for me
Nigga, you and what army? Dawg
Niggas grippin’ over here
Hit you with a hundred then I
Blow it in
the batter, oh oh yeah
(Sammy Sosa, Mark McGuire)
And I've been told by several girls
It's perfect
(That's not true at all)
I know it's not that big
But it's
we counting the lakhs
Na chakar bhi cheekte ye sammy on the track
When we pull up to the club its a game over
Munda baddest in the room
cake dekh show
like the secret service?
(Is you mad?)
We walk around wit' 'em out in public
And we do it on purpose
We move like Obama (Obama)
Pull up on Guapo Osama
against you...right away. so you better cool it."
Move on over let me by please
Move on over I need by please
Move
Move
Move
Move
Let me through I
Close to the edge, down by the river.
Down at the end, round by the corner.
Seasons will pass you by,
Now that it's all over and done,
Called to the seed,
theory yot (??)
Keeping it real with ShowB-I, yeah, we build a lot
Yo, move your be -you-t, the B/QE gets strong on the low
Giving a pound to Shorty Long,
you can't move your right side
And one day you step off the curb at 68th by Lincoln center and bang
You get hit by a bus and then, maybe, you die
to break up, over me not calling up her fast.
Four years wasted over nothing but grass
I understood grief and left it in the past
On the love of my life
and vultures
Got no fucks for handing over
I'm ghost like Sammy Sosa
Uh yeah
look at their face they're frozen
It's hard to hate I know it
They ain't listen
see you slumped over there
Eyes so red with your messy hair
I stepped over Danny to get your beer
I lost track of Sammy but his keys are here
So I know
I'm always skipping over choruses
Is cause I know my strength is in the rap and so I show em where it's at
That's why half the time you never hear me
Hey yo, it's fucked up, in your right hand
Flash his badge with his left hand on some Donnie Brascoe shit
Forget about it, made men, should hang with
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