Lyrics:
Lil' spoiled bitch, two thousand on shoes (two thou', shoes)
Walk in the club with one bitch, leave with two (yeah, dos, two)
By myself at the top like
dodging 12
What's up Offset
Shouts out to DJ Durel, give'em hell
Shout out to my manager Rel
He can book a damn show, he can book a bag in
When he going
free, constricting by the motherfuckin' boundaries
An ounce of weed or an pound of dro
Couldn't place you on the planet where
I'm transmitting life
turning caine into rocks
And I carry two glocks so I can't be stopped
From the city to the state I'm pushing rhymes like weight
Pitbulls by
mountains out of granite
[Senim Silla]
Feel the rhapsody
Fill this join to capacity
Senim grasp mics with pit-bull tenacity
These emcess adheeds
My
Everybody! Get your hands up!
(Honorebel) Pitbull
(You know how we get down) cool breeze!
It's not my fault
That your girl is intrigued
By
(Here’s to you all it’s real hot
It’s brand new I’m sure it’ll charge
You’ll love you’ll scream and shout
So get on the dancefloor
And check this
finish payin you?
All these payments, madness and mayhem
Gotta go to church and say Aaaa-men
God, help me pay them!
Now I'm sure you've heard this story
the last of a dying breed like 'Pac said
I got bread, got something that'll cock it
My ambitions as a rider by Slip-n-Slide, uh
All them killers down south
feelin' me
L-U-C-I-D, don't need ID, boy, is you kiddin' me
Bitch, I'm from Atlanta, been a pitbull, but I'm 303
Ain't no 305, but shout out Keisha, she
the name calling."
Yippie yi yo
And the girls respond to the call
I heard a poor man shout out
Who let the dogs out?
Woof, woof, woof, woof
Who let the dogs
I told my love, "Baby, we should leave"
Then we go and get the pho, that's that Vietnamese
Yeah, so shout out all the single mothers
Two jobs,
Yeah!
For months and for days, I've been wondering when
This war is going to end, so I can see all of my friends
And now I'm sitting here and staring
a rodeo (RedOne, Pitbull, let's go)
The world is ours now, dale (it's gonna be a bumpy ride)
It's Mr. Worldwide (yeah)
Yeah, you now the drill (ha-ha)
When the money turns the world
Your lovin' turns to less
I learn by mistakes
Most of it is yours and
I'm done living life as a criminal
I thought
thousand pound boat?
It's money by the tons, fo' sho' homey and all hunds
And if ya get past the gate, cameras and pitbulls, you can have some
to society is all we watch
In the back seat straped with the throw away glocks
I got some partners in the business never seeing the light
Your people would
gortex
Swimmin' henny leave the floor wet
Stormed out, a man down
A maid leakin' on the compound
To all you fake crooks that stay shook
Frontin' with those
of a gun who took his Ruger in the woods and called you up for some fun
I got this pitbull dawg
All he eats is wet food
Shits expensive so I steal it without
And he's gotta pitbull dog
And it's sitting on my chin like a frog on a log
I throw a bone to try to distract
'cause I'm wanting my chinny-chin-chin back
This year we iller than a nun in a cumshot
Getting' double penetrated in a dope spot
By two hard pipe hittin' Niggas
On the orders of Marcellus
and meditate
Breathe it in and breathe it out
Until my mind is feather weight
Isolation requires concentration and separate
From all the things I really hate
the city
Uh uh all my niggas with me
Uh yea this strictly for the city
From the 870
To the 501
Ain't nobody puttin it down like dj tay b
Ahaa hahaha
and stared at the wall
And I'm swearin' to God I air all y'all
I live by the sword or the pistols
Summertime I'm outside with niggaz with pitbulls
I don't
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