Lyrics:
[talking]
yea, yung joc listen
here baby yea won't you make ya
move ya best move
[chorus]
flip flop candy drop mj's wit da socks dope boy get fresh
the THC and getting straight to rudiments
The root of it
Nigga hit that, Flip that, smoke a lil sumn
We could split that, Kit-Kat, make a lil sum
Cop a big
Diamond hands hodl hella bands
I invest money very often
Tip toe with this crypto
Feel like Jim Jones way I'm ballin
Big whale I make money moves
In
Kid Ice, and Mr. Mixx.
We're players from way back. We used to mutt out hoes together
and everything, why' know. But uh, my lil' thangs jumped off
Ill Be He Who DEADED Simon
Fuck What They Say Bae
Let Me Put That Time In
I CAN
Be The One You Need In Yo Life
Never Said Im Mr. Perfect
But
Lil Chuckie.
boy when we catch you
its over with
even stunna cant save you on this one
Nicki Minaj.
yo yo yo
yo ima show these girls how to pick 'em
chillin - Turks and Caicos
Dirty money, had to flip it into crypto
Whole block poppin; water hittin' Crisco
In the spot, I ain't scared to blow a bankroll
I
Huh? oh yeah
Huh? oh yeah
Pour me up a four in a Fanta
Then I flip that Fanta upside down
Pour me up a four in a Fanta
Then I flip that motherfucker
Catch a Rémy Jones, hit the sto' and only flip a half pint
Nah-ah, that's what I ain't gon' do
Let my big cousin rock my Roley to the club tonight?
Nah,
the click! whooooo
[Verse One: Lil' Kim ]
Blessed by the God so I be the Earths
Queen Bee Bitch Poppa keep my rich
In gun tottin' keep floatin' in
'Bide by you heart
The boys think that I'm too guarded
Think I'm too hard
Just 'cause I cry in my room, don't
Mean I don't cry at all
Either
looking so good I can't pass it up
Looking fly when you walking by
With ass so fat that I had to touch
Give it to you till you had enough
Throw it deep
[Kane & Abel]
Yo KL hook me up with some of that beats by the pound Kane and Abel
gangstafied guerrilla shit.
We start tightin' up on these
up out the Audi and I'm
Ridin' shit just like a
I taught you how to finesse, man
Call me Mr flip
If he's asking for some smoke give
Him a pack
Pizza
Bitch boy in my DM want a damn feature
He paid up front and I ain't do it 'cuz I scam people
It's a stain lil' bitch
Like I spilled a whole
Lorenz
Tryna get back to that real world like I'm fucking Miz
Call me Mr.Wick I get ya candle lit
Can you stop all the lying you flip mattresses
Who that?
keep your heart, Three Stacks
Keep your heart
Man, these girls is smart, Three Stacks
These girls is smart
Play your part, play your part"
(Sweet Jones
These fuck niggas keep calling me, had to change my phone
Had to slam my door, hey had to slam my door
Mr. Yellow and white gold, I'mma keep bagging
your bones until you stifle and groan
Simple and plain, your mr. and mrs. Jones
And I'm all in your home
Now you can't explain
But I've been known
Got
destination yeah I can't be late
It's Mr. Love Jones, renaissance, Mr Tate
Nothing for sell, we forming a fucking legacy
God is the pedigree you sleeping with
(Classics, Oh oh oh, okay Jones)
Yeah, ayy
How you want it? My jeans eleven hundred
These ain’t rockstars, move like a top dog
Top floor
With
the name of Mr Jones Wad E
Straining your brain like TV static
Check out the phunky 3d grafix
Rave visuals enter my digital zone as I recite a poem
[Hook by Blam]
This is sumtn' 4 urrbody get yo' hands up
On the grind, money on yo' mind get yo' grands up
If you on top getting hella guap stand up
niggas
[Lil Jon:]
I wish a mutha fucker would say something
Fuck around and get your goddamn ass whooped
Nigga I feel like startin some shit,
and I
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