Lyrics:
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
you crackers off if a nigga cruise in a yacht by your lear
Don't everybody welcome me at once, is this not why you're here
Remove my handkerchief, wipe
the sink
Ride on thin ice you pushing my buttons
We rolling around in the rink
All of the shit that you did it done stuck wit me baby
I need me a drink
Walk
More drama than the President with North Korea
Gettin Krunk wit Lil Jon, he da livest in the south
Fuck around and you get wires in your mouth
Cowards
This that that nigga goofy like Luffy
My only two feats are waking up and
Baking up in a two seat
I roll a jewel piece for the middle
Steez wipe a nigga nose like a sneeze
Wearin all carats playin around wit da peas
Yeezy wave runners on my feat cost a fee
Easy bake oven when I’m
Get to yo man ima shoot em and flee
I been one up you cant boss up on me
Running from 12 getting blitzed by them d's
I got them choppas ain't no b's
stick you wit a stiff
dosage/ getin the word out I had to pay the ghetto
postage/ less bullshit more westcoast shit/ and we
aint here to negotiate it/
shit is too fast
Niggas itch for my drop like a rash at the top of my game never coming in last
My pen turn a notebook to ash
If you see I'm the feat you
Do you want me win or you want me to fail
Jump off the porch and I start causing hell
Wit my foot on the gas I ain't leaving no trail
I was down bad
I will not die till I get my respect
I want my money Cash App me right through a text
Only hit my line if u tryna buy a feat
I ain't playing nice for
on calling me
They askin me
Like Juice bro can you help me get bacc on my feet
My time not free
They askin for feats
If I hop on a beat
It cost a fee
I live
regular
Look at my tee you can tell by the letter
Nothing im rockin aint regular
[Verse 1]
Nothing im rocking aint regular
Amiri jean wit moncler on my
feat. Zee
[Verse 1: Murphy Lee]
You make a brotha want to faint (damn!)
Or put you on a plate, sock you up wit a mu'fuckin' biscuit
Maan, it was
(feat. Jermaine Dupri, T-Pain)
[Intro: T-Pain (Fabolous) {J.D.}]
I try to play cool
Actin like what you do don't phase me, don't phase me
straight as it get
On facebook they g as can be
On the streets you a shakey lil bitch
But I ain’t gonna play wit them words
Cause I’ll really spray up some
nigga
So play wit your own kids I'm a street nigga
I was born in da streetz kid One white girl left
Save the last dance My partner said you want it
Well
one day I was on Clearwater beach
Saw a lil baddie so I had to speak
If you reach nigga Cope gone teach
Did all this without no feat yuh
Back
summin' special wit ya back side
Put ya booty into rehab (Why?) 'cause ya back high
I back by 2 women drinkin' some Ackrite
She rolled up and gave me
by the rules reapply
Creeps low wit cruise control when I'm high
Brand new 22 shoes on the ride
Gotta get blatta tatted
Hit up green rise
[Hook]
the energy
I got Christ by my side ain't no fear in me
The spirit is deep rooted ain't no fear in me
The enemy try to tempt what you gon' do to me?
How
On me on me on me
On me on me on me
I keep my feats on feeds
Ya
You keep my feats on feeds
Keep my bat light lit like uh
I don't even like this style
Mf
and you wit it
Shout out to Splurge that nigga from Tex
Bee got the choppa you dancin like Dex
I hop in the booth until nothin is left
Cope go dumb like
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