Lyrics:
to its Brittle
Pussy pop like some skittles
Coochie hot let it sizzle
Stay keepin it real by livin no lie
No lie no lie
Come roll wit some niggaz be
ayy)
I'm like Juicy J, tell them hoes get out the way
I'ma star, I need my space, you get put right in your place
Bitch, I came up out the jungle, but I
the type shit they be on still I get it and I get gone
Low-key like the basetone
But u niggaz got the spot blown
Bitch call me for a play on the Megaphone
wanna see these niggaz die die, make they mom feel hell-a pain
Walk around like I got a broom in my pants
Na that's a fuckin' A-K, heavy tool in my pants,
and produce it
Drop mine, hot 9 exclusive
Got y'all Hawkin like Yusef
Cause I can, break backs and stacks it's no problem
Make raps and tracks and go Harlem
and produce it
Drop mine, hot 9 exclusive
Got y'all Hawkin like Yusef
Cause I can, break backs and stacks it's no problem
Make raps and tracks and go Harlem
all of the real niggaz
And when a problem come, learn to deal with 'em
Do you swear to turn this chopper
On any motherfucker in your path, or the bitch
a goofy
Go to flight just for sum shoes
Yeah I got more J's than juicy
She say she got that holy body ima part her just like my Moses
I had snakes all in my
Running in and out the house we got the door jumpin
You know all these niggaz hate us but the hoes love us
Couldn't pick between the two so now they bothhhh
this rap shit hotter than Harlem
Fuck the Dog beware of Rule, cause I'm the problem
We'll still proceed you with a gun in your face
When you got one
DJ Paul and Juicy J-
I'm bout to blow them boys ass off
(Whatcha niggas wanna do?)
I'm bout to blow them boys ass off
(Talkin all that fuckin shit)
weight see
fam and the niggaz don't make me, since you don't make me, can't break me
My crib $250,000 I'm livin' in housin' and payment
I got the Vegas in
this muthafucka with my niggaz
I plan on leavin' here with yo bitches
Anybody feel they got a problem with that
You need to take off yo pimp hat nigga
might go kill a couple of niggaz mane
You know, go in they hood and do a drive-by
Then come back in the hood and laugh about that stuff
You know, its just
didn't - say you didn't, be a man don't be no hoe
If you live by the gun - then by the gun is how you go
Niggaz don't fight no mo' - all they do is slang
là
J'reviendrai pas, plus besoin de toi by my side nan
Si t'écoute les on dit, bullshits bout me
C'est tes cops qui te l'ont dit, I got some b*****
That I must be a type of fraud
But you know the thing that's funny, if God made money
Then how we'd tip the Lord?
Went and got J.D., made me crazy
anacondas
Your man want answers, why play me dishonest?
Then he seek counsellin to keep Pocahontas
Niggaz pokin holes in there homie, be honest
You got
got some dogs
Who ain neva coming home
I got some niggaz
Livin life through ah phone
And that's real
Listen to me feel da pain that I feel
I was in that
[Chorus x2 Ak 47/Yung Buck]
I got a problem with you bitches, and since I got a problem with you bitches
I'm about to handle nation business
Knock
your gung ho got'cha niggas by your side
And the topic of your every conversation's let's ride
But let's take 5 and then put that shit aside
But you
Chorus:
Get your back up off the wall
And you can get it, get it, get it, get it
(repeat 4X)
Tash:
I heard niggaz want to know who flips
I got it out the dirt before the water hit it made it mud.
I remember I couldn’t get a dub now niggaz want a plug wit the plug.
Lean by the liter had
til the sun and the earth collide
You'll be the first to hide
My words hurt and they burn inside
I'm the terror yo gimme my space
Got the matches
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