Lyrics:
I see you looking from afar girl
Come on meet me at the bar
Sir
Let me get a shot for da lady
Cause you know I'ma get that pussy
And give me 1 shot
another shot
Damn the music loud
I'm 'bout to mix it up and blend in in the crowd
Grip slip slide by the dance floor
Baby grab me by my hand say she
said she likes my car
I said take a ride
So we flipped up the doors on the Contach
But gettin' in a Lamborgini is hard
So I grabbed baby girl by
Mix-a-Lot
'Bout to spend a mill on a car lot
Streets dried up
Get tied up for small packs
Niggas workin'
Phone wired up, don't call back
I'm
Y'all can't get with the Mix-A-Lot show
The man you love to hate ain't phased by the fakes
If you want to playa hate
Eat a big 'ole snake
It's
Still think about it sometimes
Look
Ion need no diamond tester
Girl you shining I know you real
Your value expensive
You a diamond just walking
But
She a fine dime piece, ten of ten
She get nasty but she innocent
Mama got me
Who you love if not me
I could switch it up like Ben Tennyson
Is it
I don't believe you sir stop telling
I don't believe you sir
Somebody call the plug I need another dose
This feeling that I'm having tryna hide it
hurried by why did they fly away.
Why is it Sir children grow up to be people one day,
What takes the place of climbing trees and dirty knees in the world
Girl that's my word.
And if you wanna ride, then I just can't let it slide
If you plan to get me for all I got, you could start by spending the night.
I'm gone let you speak
I'll talk to you, for the one time girl 'cause
I'm on my way when she gets nasty
I need your touch and your loves everlasting
since I been a youth
Outta sight Mr. Right ain't no substitute
Yes sir I can take your girl and ya loot
Fast cars I take can ya girl anywhere
My turn you
girl i got that new new
I can’t be playin no games girl you know what i been though
I just been smokin and thinkin a lot
Rollin up weed we be stinkin
Jinx
A Kukliński Rich jak Punisher Big
Każdy cop to Pig HIP HOP robi Pih
Przejebany bit jak Sir Mix mam Lot
I szalone flow Rakim oddaj sos
PMD ma skill
it's a bird, it's a plane.
Na baby girl that's a shooting star with your name.
I ain't gon lie.
I told a lot of lies and played a lot of games.
But with
As Sudhama reached Krishna's palace.
He was stopped by the gatekeepers.
Hey you! Who the hell are you?
Sir..
I want to meet my dear friend, Krishna?
Can
(Whore nuns)
Can’t be whores my girls gotta be nuns 4X
To be with me
You must compete
Good podiatrists
No defeat
If they smelling
It Must be
cursive
I don't even need a hand
Made this shit without your service
I pull up with different servants
Flow nasty I need detergent
You can catch me in
don’t do that Na uh
I’m on that gas sir it was grown by a master
Weed strong as a bastard like the people that’s coming they keep coming faster
I don’t
Na uh
I'm on that gas sir it was grown by a master
Weed strong as a bastard like the people that's coming they keep coming faster
I don't care if
I got the juice, she let it splash on me (nasty)
Know I'm the truth, ain't gotta ask 'bout me
Baby you know who I am and girl I know just who you
Want make a nasty picture
If she the star
She go lesbian
For her man
I'm a kill them
I'm not a nasty man
But I'm bout to show these girls
I'm a killer
I
to a murder-thon (yeah)
No, this ain't a murder song
'cause I'm on my Fergatron (Yes, sir)
Hit me on my burner phone (yeah)
That was just my car alone
Always got
Lyrics “ Splinder Cell “ MUSIC
You have only gosper way firmer state
Everyone’s hurting dare Into pain
There Is lot adventure chain toy won
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