Lyrics:
nigas might see bail
It's kinda foul when you watch nigga's wifies tell
Flip-on who? I still wore wrist on blue
Y'all know my style, MIA but I miss y'all
sexy smile
I'm just a few feet away
But it feels more like a mile
Step by step
I'm reaching out for you
Put your arms around me girl
You know what we are
who you are
There's hoes in the room, there's hoes in the car
There's hoes on stage, there's hoes by the bar
Hos by near, an hos by far
Ho! (But can
thing
Now what I'm talking bout
We gon' disturb the peace right now
Yeah we ain't doing nothing but chillin
We chillin' and nuttin'
Know what I'm
thing
Now what I'm talking bout
We gon' disturb the peace right now
Yeah we ain't doing nothing but chillin
We chillin' and nuttin'
Know what I'm
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
who you are
There's hoes in the room, there's hoes in the car
There's hoes on stage, there's hoes by the bar
Hos by near, an hos by far
Ho! (But can
y'know?
Teach 'em a little somethin'
Pick you up, off your feet like a forklift, but instead it's the four fifth
Ragu red, your brain leakin' them
for a coupe to drive
You ain't gettin nuttin but ya french fries supersized
It's a damn shame y'all still local
I'm in a million dollar studio layin
for a coupe to drive
You ain't gettin nuttin but ya french fries supersized
It's a damn shame y'all still local
I'm in a million dollar studio layin
spittin' over these tracks and leavin' you blessed
So who requested my time on the set
Skinnyman's what you get, so you ain't really hearin' nuttin' yet
I got the pack of Rough Riders in the back of the Pathfinder
You know the epilogue by James Todd Smith
I get swift with the lyrical gift
Hit you
Couple of 40 ounces but nuttin' for the kids
Little man know they to eat to live
But he don't wanna leave the crib
The kid who punched him in his face
who you are
There's hoes in the room, there's hoes in the car
There's hoes on stage, there's hoes by the bar
Hos by near, an hos by far
Ho! (But can
MORTICIAN: Not at all. See you on Thursday.
CUSTOMER: Right.
[clop clop]
MORTICIAN: Who's that then?
CUSTOMER: I don't know.
MORTICIAN: Must be a king.
and nuttin'
Know what I'm talking 'bout? So push the button
You know what's happenin', fa shizzle, uh-huh
Yeah, bitch, trying to run from this pimpin'
You
firstborn
So they can know, ya know I mean? Hehehe
Ain't nuttin' but a motherfuckin' rider
Westside 'til I die that's all it was
It's a crooked-ass hand they
rockin' Jordans, but I ain't a jumpman
Bitches play the back 'cause they know I'm the frontman
Put me on a dollar 'cause I'm who they trust in
Ayo SB,
(whoa-o)
Whoa-o (whoa-o), whoa-ho (whoa-ho)
[Verse 2: Kelly Rowland]
For a second you had me down
But now I'm doing fine
(boy, you thought I would take you
up)
This leng ting gives nuttin' but pressure
See her in the dance, got her dressed in leather
You should've known better
Buss off corn, go juice
the house
And yo I go, I go
Doddie-doe-doe, doe-she-doe
Why must I pimp the ho?
Nothing but the mack in me
(Nothin' nothin' but the mack in me)
You know what
Yo, BBK, hundred million sBTv
We're going in 2012 shit
To those who don't know me hello
You think you control me, no
I'm one of the best artists in
a major way
Never knew or had a clue that we could make some major pay
Load up by Rucker's
Gettin step and never know who gon' get shady doin business
So we
gone do the damn thing
Now what I'm talking bout
We gon' disturb the peace right now
Yeah we ain't doing nothing but chillin
We chillin' and nuttin'
Know
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