Lyrics:
on my back initiated in blood
Bout it niggas start fightin' when I walk in the club
You could tell I'm a soldier by my army fatigues
And you could
Take several down, lock it in
Got a stash, brought another bill
Pay you off before I shot and kill
Tell them other trenches that I ain't fell
I throw
fings,
All above ma timin'.
London city gotm handin,
Catch em branin',
Get da pussy doh im panin'.
So i get these star techniques outstandin',
Did it in
Ma$e, remix with the Codeine
Served K-roll to a lame ho, he gon' OD
Big worm, I'ma stand firm if you owe me
Yeah, it's smoke like it's smokin' no
on the shore
Yeah, it's only gonna be about an hour or so
'Til they rip off all your mountains, boy
And that one last tired old eagle bites the sand
And all
I'll list off
Buckle up and shut the fuck up
We boutta lift off
What do you do when you make it this far
Surrounded by nothing but couple 808's, broken
Y'all know what this is (D-Block!)
Oh yeah, by the way
This is the remix (Woo!)
[Chorus]
You can kiss your ass goodbye (d-block, d-block,
ass bitch in Dead Presidents
Add on, the billboard sloan
Check it now, you get the gold dick award
It's like jail, and it's the sixth floor
Test me,
she mine tonight
She gon' get this pipe, I'll be in it like a handyman
We can take a flight, shopping and sprees, I'm a candyman
I let her do her
Things started off right; you were always by my side
You walked through my life holding my hands and making me feel right
I dreamed as high as I
(take it off)
(Hmmm) gal put on a show
Bring it back, gal put on a show
Dice que la nota es otra
Pa' perrear se alocan
Y para la disco se anotan
Cuando
do when I wanna do it
People thinking they know it but they never knew it
What it be like, the spotlight, the hot takes and long nights
Yellin'
hot, gotta take down the dragon
Now I'm back to the skee where I left off
SK rip a bitch nigga chest off
Fresh off the press passing out testers
Let em
or somethin
She trynna take it all she ain't leaving nothing
I need a dibble cup
Crushed ice
Bitch
I'm on that Kesha
Is you scamming
Is you skeezing
If you
might guard him
with my man's type proper
Better learn quick, cause my clique don't argue
You ain't my crew, who are you? Beat it
'fore we take off
might guard him
with my man's type proper
Better learn quick, cause my clique don't argue
You ain't my crew, who are you? Beat it
'fore we take off
gutta baby who ain't scared to put it down for me,
See this the remix shawty ima keep the cash coming,
Don't guess who played the track and fast
the billboard sloan
Check it now, you get the gold dick award
It's like jail and it's the sixth floor
Test me, floating in the S.E., now let's see
Half of y'all
broads
I love breaking Suge Knight and his bros
(Ha ha) just like breaking the laws
I used to have his baby
Momma like taking it off i'm taking it all
Lil'
to the top, taking the world of hip hop
By dropping the right words right where it's hot
Where are you now
Somewhere on your couch
Dancing by yourself
While
niggas
Who the fuck said we friends mayday!
Came in this mother fucker by myself
When I leave I'mma take some more niggas
Am allergic to them broke niggas
cooked in a jacuzzi
I'm addicted to the funk but please excuse me
For a minute for an hour
It's coming out the speaker didn't take no shower
It's
gotta go take a breather
Man get weak off a gal like Julius Caesar
I nearly killed myself on the highway
Just before you reach peeler
Blud, I was lean
ass off your feet (remix, c'mon)
They call me Drag-On, when it's time to bomb
I burn 'em all, 'til they all say turn 'em off
'cause these chips,
.png/218px-Kesha_AMAs_2019_(cropped).png "Kesha")
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