Lyrics:
down shawty, get your eagle on
Tell your boyfriend you stayin' with Simone
Matter of fact, put your number in my phone
I'm a fly nigga tatted up
a lil nigga to a big dawg
Ima always put my fam on
From a lil homie to a big homie Ima always put my
Niggas try and tell me i would never make it
money, I get horny
You a trap king, I can show you better
Baby, hand me bands, don't you ever let up
You give me what I like, cause I'm yo lil baby
Told
are you brazy
Yeah
Lick my lips and put my lips up on your lips like
I know you foreign by the way you move your hips like
Your body on my body yeah we
well
What do you like to eat?
Well, I'd like some cornflakes
Prepared by Parisian
Hands and I'd like it blessed
By Hari Krishna Mantra
"Yes, have
on
And put up your hair and just...
Take my hand
And I'll show you what I know
And I'll show you how I flow
When I'm rolling down the road
If you wanna ride
Get your drank on, get your smoke on
Get your dance on, skin tight pants on
Get your party on, get your holla on
Doogie-dance, lil' mama, get your
straight up cum on your bitch don't mean mug or expect to die now put your motha fuckin bag of weed in the sky
I put my pen to the paper like (They're in
down-ass bitch
Back it up, back it up, like you tryna get rich
Oh you touch your first ten, I can put it on your wrist, uhh
Now we in the car speedin
Money
passing
I wish I was a sociable person, but socializing ain't for me
I want to die by myself in these streets cause that's love
[Mr. 3-2]
It ain't no
up in the pit, I'm Mr. Slaughter
Beat that pussy proper, put that bitch to bed
Then roll the wood, put him in the air
You know what it is, just heard
I cock that tool, nigga run your damn jewels
'Fore we fuck around and lay you up in your own blood pool, nigga
Hunt you down nigga, run your ass
keep up with all your games i'm leaving for the better
She really think she gona tame me bitch you got me fed up
Im gona smoke you like a strain and you
mouth (right)
Balls in my hands and your bitch in my house (yeah)
Twistin' up weed, I'm diggin' her out
Just fillin' her out
Do all that shit you be
can't (Can't be stopped)
Be stopped
(We will rise up...)
Grandma's hands (Told me "you've yet to see your potential")
Grandma's hands (Told me "no matter
a check
Me and my niggas we next
Flexing that money gon get your ass robbed
I'm with the mob
Boss man give you a job
Its time to come up
Think of a plan put
I'm represented by goats
Told my nigga boutta buy some new ice told em put your family in boats
Raise up my cup make a toast
Lately been doing the most
Dead Redemption
When it come to these racks, my pockets Peter Griffin
How you claim you my bitch, but all up in my mentions?
I'ma fuck your little hoe,
mean
She pop a bean she fiend
Now she gone off the lean
She do it all for the team
Smash burn it to ash
Put that lil bitch in my past (yeah)
Woke just
niggas in the place know whattup's or what
Be yellin' peaceful 'cause I got the piece put up
In a box with the rock in the back of the, Lex it protects
The bomb was set to be lose
In a couple of minutes, don't be alarmed
It's a hands on experience, throw your hands up
Let us, the bettors, niggas put your
make like you missed it
[Jagged Edge]
Left side just put your hands up, throw ‘em up
Right side just put your hands up, throw ‘em up
Everybody put your
a fan of me
I call the shots, just like a referee (Uh)
He mad 'cause his bitch be a fan of me (Uh)
Don't even think to put your hands on me
Try it and I
sly
Leave alittle bit of room and I'll slide by
And fuck up your program just like a drive by
Ain't funny how time flies, my my
Time for you to say
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