Lyrics:
This a Smooth Hitter
Yeah I got my crew richer
I done got my crew bigger
We need more than two figures
Smooth Hitter
Yeah I got my crew richer
I done
you look like a lick, he making you strip, no Kevin McCall
Gave 'em all a head start, but ended up finishing ahead of 'em all
My girl will ignore if
superstar hands up
Girl you bump it like that ass is a truck
Roll it around like, that ass on dubs
I like it when your booty go bump, bump
Girl make your
the impression
Everything I drop, out of the question, stop the guessin'
It's hot, flows provin' I pack 'cause my dough's movin'
My whole crew up in this
of the question, stop the guessin
it's hot, flows provin I pack cause my dough's movin
My whole crew up in this muh'fucker
We spray corners, stand there like you got
in to see y'all stories
If you zoom in, that shit is boring
I don't move less that bag there for me
Boy I'm 2 live
The crew is too nice
I'm winning 2
I wish I was Jenry
She wanna fuck the whole damn crew
You got one bitch but I′ve got two
I got hoes and they don't spray
Eating ass in the Buffet
a plot of dirt
Then hit Paul up on his home, tell him to bring his slow ass on
So we can hit the honey comb before the ganja's gone
The summer
With
the weed, sewed a weave, then she rolled up two cigars
Girl you know just who you are, nigga at yo momma house
Got involved, called the laws, next day you got
love with you.
I said it might sound crazy but I'm so in love with you.
(over chorus)
[Girl]
Daz I'm glad you broke up with that bitch.
(Mr.Cheeks)
Yo we come through like balls, see us niggas takin two pulls and pass
Nigga watch your back once you talk out your ass
I pack a .380 in
traumas but they don’t forget me
A sick fiend, I’ve got 2 left shoulders
Fueled by liquor cause I can do less sober
I wish my whole crew gets older
but too
With your girl, she tryna jerk me (believe)
O-o-okay, Lamborghini Mercy
Your chick, she so thirsty
I-I-I-I-I'm in that two-seat Lambo
With your girl
Em How We Get Crunk Up In The Club.
ono wine on
Chorus:
Shake that booty, turn it around
(shake that ting, turn it around)
Back that ass up, wine go
it up in public housing
Niggas pussy, Ronda Rousey
Fuck with me, don't fuck without me
Hula hoop ass nigga got slimed out for tryna go around me
We dealing
Ten for two
Ten for two
Ten for two
We dealing
God and Crew
Staying True
How we do
I'm the bringer ting ting a linga
Buyaca flinga rhyme
If I ain't got a pistol on me, sure I got a knife, fam
Get out of line and I'm lightin' yo' ass up
Semi-automatic's spray I tighten yo' ass up, what?
Who 'dat, who 'dat, who 'dat tryin' to get up in my crew (Huh? Yeah!)
Yo who 'dat off brand nigga' tryin' to hang wit the clique?
Flossin' like you
knew I was going to snap
Get your act together cause it's time for round two
Me So Horny like I'm in the Two Live Crew
Might tie you up like my Air
what's up
Wu-tang, nigga, that's what's up
Wu-tang, nigga, Crash Ya Crew , laugh at you
You bastard, you, pass through, slap an ass or two
Hear me
what's up
Wu-tang, nigga, that's what's up
Wu-tang, nigga, Crash Ya Crew , laugh at you
You bastard, you, pass through, slap an ass or two
Hear me
worldwide (uh, ah)
She met every single girl I had, no lie (no lie)
And then one of my ex-girls brought me to the side and said
"M. Jane is tearing up my
worldwide (uh, ah)
She met every single girl I had, no lie (no lie)
And then one of my ex-girls brought me to the side and said
"M. Jane is tearing up my
Jon's got some eastside ways
So stop actin' like a bia' if yo' ass ain't blaze (bia', bia', bia', bia')
Bia', bia' (get 'em up)
Why you actin' like
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