Lyrics:
rock hard, tongue well and mean slow
We in the club drunk, fucked up, and still rolling
They know my pockets swollen, hold up, show them we rolling
We
trappin' all day, gettin' paper
Headed to the club in my brand new scaper
Gators on my feet, money in my pocket
I gotta do a show so you know I'm 'bout
it's unfair
Oh well, how I still be spitting and keep everybody all up in
The mix
It's only right that I shout my brother Swizz
Flipmode and we only
diamond, do you like the way I'm dressed
Cool, keep the faith and be my mate
Cause all we need is feet
(And rollerskates)
But promote the hustle cause it
a motherfuckin' day just to go and call money outside
Ooh my bitch so bad oh my God
He said that he wants some beef
We get him fried
Bitch not in the club shakin'
book who needs a pen when it ain't by law
I do my north to south by east and west each time I get home
Then crush a nug of leave into a leaf to get in my
or hate me, by the card, it's a blessing
By the way, I be reppin', it's like I'm sending a message
My speakers gonna blow, they are 100 and pressing
It's
Glide on the dance floor- a D.J that's my song
but it aint play all the way cuz he say its to long.
Hoes sliding em twenties winking, buying drinks.
He
just hit my phone he said
We gone get it cross the border
We gone bring it by the boat he said
We gone get it cross the border
If you just make sure that
us
Cyber girl up on the gram 10k likes
Yeah my cup is dirty mix a little with the sprite
Yeah my life is lit get consumed by the night
Yeah my life
why I always got my paws on the blinky
And I can brawl like Winky radiant Rock
You can't see no flaws on my pinky
And I be stunting coz I pump crack
If
Drinkin' that pineapple juice, yeah
I throw it up, never hurl, yeah
My nickname Young Spend It
I get the money, get that by the plenty (whoa)
Used
it hood folk
Get like you,naw, get like me
Eveesus we don't rock white tees
Classic capris, but Knicks on my feet
Account with babe and apes,
it hood folk
Get like you,naw, get like me
Eveesus we don't rock white tees
Classic capris, but Knicks on my feet
Account with babe and apes,
it hood folk
Get like you,naw, get like me
Eveesus we don't rock white tees
Classic capris, but Knicks on my feet
Account with babe and apes,
so hardto say goodbye
Nigga get in my way you gon’ die
Heard my name, now you think you know me
Nigga we responsible for yo’ dead homies
It's so hardto
it so wild
You call his home
It's radio talks I don't need you by me
You and all your friends can club it up and dance free
I'm leaving you alone
bolle
No enter club loss light turn back de cry ngemé
Problem for di pays d le fufu witi kendé
Any chick for molyko wan show head inside tele
Billi chick
the twist, yes the reverse
Anyway, I better stay by any means
Center stage, any day
I can come at the beat in many ways
Bet a bean, ain’t nobody really getting
make a jug)
Shawty I'm just (tryin' make a jug)
Shawty I'm just (tryin' make a jug)
If you need some work hit me on my chirp
I be on my way four
help me be sane,
I just wanna follow your lead.
[Verse 3:]
Sayin' "follow my lead, follow, follow my lead."
Cig in my mouth, perscription bottle by me.
up the cold current appear warm
My first verbal brawl, started on some yes yes y'all
to the beat y'all, break your windshield, your jeep stall
Mr.
the Bentley sittin' on the curb
Happy people bumpin' R. Kels
Legion, so we throwin' up L's
And you can tell by the rocks n' fiends
Glocks n' things, our clique
rock
I lost thirteen to the SARS
Forever my heart gon carry the scars
You took the sons from their
Momma's fuck!
Problem ain't solved but you
Murdered
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