Lyrics:
go by I just smoke one and wave
And throw up my hand and say have a good day
Long ass day got my eyes big
Annoying like sand in my eyelid
Feel wrong
niggas they down
All of my people they slide
Don't make us run in your house
I'ma need cash in advance
Boy i ain't movin unless cash is in hand
Call up
obviously gonna die
This shit a walk in the park but
I'm not gonna let it slide okay
I forgot your name I think
I'm suffering from old age
All these rappers
on in is back
I'm like a Shaq Attack when I hit the scene
And I'm like Lil Jon when I hit the beat
All your girls wanna taste it because I'm so sweet
Got
Just be a slut who gives a fuck
Ladies throw your hands in the motherfucking air
If you wanna let 'em know that you really that bitch
I just don't
is more
Throw away your mobiles
And burn your fancy cars
Strike up a conversation
With a stranger in a bar
Oh come on now
Turn the power
Off
You niggas think that shit sweet
Jump out on feet, I do this shit for the Steve
I'm at your house tryna creep
You run up gon' see, I'm tryna lay you
could gaffle Mr. Keebler for all his Chips Ahoy out the chalk Town House
Give you static like your mixer got the ground out
Hug you wit my hands in your
every five bricks
My connect throw me one, you don't know me son
Like I love rhymin, I'm just a thug shinin
And leave the club blinded, by the damn blood
take your lil' bitch to McDonald's, I take my lil' bitch to Bahamas
You feel that? I am your father
This ain't hakuna matata
Vetements mixed with
Elliott shit (Shit)
As you sit by the radio, hands on the dial tone
As you hear it, pump up the volume
Jump when you hear them speakers left it off (Off)
Timberlake, or Missy Elliott shit (Shit)
As you sit by the radio, hands on the dial tone
As you hear it, pump up the volume
Jump when you hear them speakers
Timberlake, or Missy Elliott shit (Shit)
As you sit by the radio, hands on the dial tone
As you hear it, pump up the volume
Jump when you hear them speakers
*(Phats Bossi)*
Throw up yo hands if you Thugged Out!
First nigga act up, first nigga gettin drugged out!
Throw up yo hands if you Thugged Out!
First
you doing
Beefing by these hoes and catch these slugs, what the fuck you doing
I been counting shit, been stacking up, that's what the fuck I'm doing,
no nigga shit, it's some bigger shit
Who can give a shit about white privilege?
Throw your hands up
Pull your pants up
You can't fight in that
Huh, I think I just landed up on Neptune
Pretty bitch with me, she a dime, boy
She fine as hell (Burr)
She won't talk to you 'less your check blue
never know homie, might meet some hoes homie
You need to pump your brakes and drive slow homie
What it do? I'm posted up in the parkin lot, my trunk
started I introduce myself as Mr. Boom Doggottie
I got sweet proposition just close your sexy lips and listen
I got ah crib wit a king size bed there's only
dreaming
I held your hand
Really thought together
We could take a stand
Bonnie and Clyde
write our names on the desert sand
Am I a game to you
Or what I
your family
Send roses to your mama
Go golfing with your daddy
I’m disrespectful
Westgate what’s happening?
Ima throw it up til they can’t stand me
built you up like some Legos
Yeah, better yet I sculpt you like some play-dough
Better do what I say or my say so
Lil' bitch 'cause I'm worried 'bout
Teddy wants to decline
To entertain all your piss taking jives
I tell you my name
I'm identified by
And when the station verifies
You realize what I
Plus I'm the driver so check out my majic
My momma been told me be multitasking
Blam at the opp then I toss em a napkin
Throw up a B na you blessed in
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