Lyrics:
smokin, drinkin, I just might die tonight
I just gave a cup to Becky, now thinkin that she ready
Ever met C gettin nakey, there go Keisha, there she sexy
a skit
I put rappers in boxes, this shit is a gift
I'm feeling like Birdie off Above the Rim
But I'm Thomas Sheppard, you niggas just Flip
I do not
more like
So hide your i ain't tryna be like Tiger
Gettin' aborted by sponsors, i'm dope
Not the kind you put in your nostrils
And y'all got Twitter
gettin' back to it now
WHO GOT THE BANGA BANGA
WE GOT THE BANGA BANGA
WHO ROCK THE BANGA BANGA
WE ROCK THE BANGA BANGA
Rhymes really fluid
Before we been
a sinner
She smokes that pipe and she's gettin' thinner
Shannon is cool but her mind is gone
One fat rock and it's goin' on
She had another buddy, came
a sinner
She smokes that pipe and she's gettin' thinner
Shannon is cool but her mind is gone
One fat rock and it's goin' on
She had another buddy, came
1st pt. Too Short, 2nd pt. by female]
I love gettin my head blown
I love gettin my nuts rubbed
I love gettin my dick licked
I love gettin my nuts
There's a freak named Shane, such a sinner
She smokes that pipe and she's gettin' thinner
Shane is cool but her mind is gone
One fat rock and it's goin'
written are vicious
Nigga act a fool I'll leave him sleeping with the fishes
Surrounded by thirty-five bad bitches
She rub my dick like she tryna get
shorty, she was checking up on me
From the game she was spitting in my ear
You would think that she know me
I decided to chill (okay!)
Conversation got
cash in a rubber band (a lotta blue cash in the rubber)
Mount it- she in Barbie land (Barbie land)
Tropicana diamonds, rock 'em by the tens (by
she on my penis 'cause she going "Zetus Lapetus!"
Im gettin' high in my spaceship, yeah
We can take a flight in my spaceship, yeah yeah
Takin' over, I
bear
I'm smokin gas you can't hear me clear
All eyes on me i'm 2 pac
Niggas gettin harrased by the cops fuck the police
Police pull up at every block
She
Bang bang, the boogie to the boogie
Say up jump the boogie, to the bang-bang boogie
Let's rock, you don't stop
Rock the rhythm that'll make your body
Just call her Strawberry and everybody know
Strawberry, Strawberry is the neighborhood hoe
Do anything for a hit or two
Give the bitch a rock, she
Strawberry and everybody know
Strawberry, Strawberry is the neighborhood hoe
Do anything for a hit or two
Give the bitch a rock, she fuck the whole damn
I got, big rocks, big chain, big watch
Big beans, big Glocks, big bales, big blocks
All gold Rollie, no tick tock
Fuck your ho, in my flip flops
Just call her Strawberry and everybody know
Strawberry, Strawberry is the neighborhood hoe
Do anything for a hit or two
Give the bitch a rock, she
Every time we link, it be sneaky
All my hoes clean, niggas squeaky
Buy her new Chanel, I'm talkin' weekly
I could tell she goin' by how she greet
gettin plowed
She say I'm the realest nigga that she seen in a while
Blowin' this KK, it got me up in the clouds
I be wakin' and bakin', that mean I
pocus sister gettin
Litter than a kitty shitter
I'm spitting
Like Imma chooch
Fire in the booth
Im blowing up out the roof
Bitch who
New Jimmy Choo
She
gave you
Even Meek Mill's gettin' jerked by his record label
T.I. tryin' to become a comedian
Whoever told him he was funny was fuckin' misleadin' him
Now, can I rock it? Yes, you can
If she pretty, I'ma come around your city
I'ma hunt her down, I'ma hit it, I'ma come around and rock it
Can I rock
We gettin' lit like every night, ain't livin' right, really
I got the vision, got the sight, I got the right feelin
My shooter catch a homicide, he is
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