Lyrics:
Yo, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Ay its T.I.P man, king of the south
Rubber band man, boing
With my 4 1-12
Letting all those suckers for lord know man
Ya don’t play with me nigga
Play with your bitch
Got a call from a nigga
Talking bout let’s slide club 112
I ain’t want to go but I decided
Nigga
positions
Can't choose my favorite position
So every postion
Defeated the competition
As it come my way
By the way
I like it when she
Twerk it in my face
I
the 112 at a hotel room nothing brand new got attitude
I'm all for you you know it's true
Persuasive by the way you move
I'm anxious don't know what to do
to me and my bloodline by the Word of God
The favor of the Lord shall rest on me and my bloodline
I decree that all curses of business and financial
It's crazy the way you make me feel
Yo candy rain take my soul for real
It was 7:02 we ended at 1:12
Tell me that its all mines like we was playing
cool. Nobody tells you different, don't be no fool
Hip-hop has traveled throughout, by plane and by bus, all over the world
They wanna be like us,
Coast Uptown it's love it's like
So high need TSA
I'm 112 till I see that grave I'm no bullshit
Them models always run my way
That's di-or when you
You know, there's a lot of jealous guys in this town
And many other towns I go to, (ah yeah)
But I'm afraid right now I'm so hurt
I'mma need 112
A letter to my ex,
Why the fuck you got me stressed?
Why am I feeling like a mess?
Didn’t get your way, send a text full of threats
And those
cool
Now the way i like to do my sessions is dedicating our first session to getting to know a little more about you. What you've been through. What
don't trust nothing but my scale
Speaking of way too much
I bust a bail to all 1-12s
Hustle by myself
I can tell that I won't tell
I see
men det kom til et punkt
Alt han tenker på å putte mamma i en tomt
Lager big bands nigga
Ruller rundt med noen boys
112, er du dum, er du dum
Inn
The time is 1: 12 in the ATL
I exit 112 with this bitch Michelle
In the V12 headed to the hotel
Hydro lit up weed in the air
She feening to get bent
af rebusser
Sten fra mit hjerte, i en hel by af glashuse
Kan du riste to, så vi kvit mama
Louboutin sko i et rum fuld af klipklapper
Tale er billigt,
all ur loved one mournin
yo yo
i'm up in room 112 where the playas dwell blazin a 'l'
one on one aint no way in hell i'm takin a l
we can take it frim
good for relations
Connecting even better with good conversation
By the way did I tell ya you look so amazing
Damn you so amazing
Don't need stylist
the ice
Don’t wanna gamble with this love no more
I’m scared to roll the dice
Riding in that Ghost feeling like I’m haunted by a poltergeist
And I really
56, 112, Zedz
I smoke flavours, I smoke meds
Don't like his? Try mine, got Zedz
Zedz
224, 448, Zedz
Your bro said you got pure weight, Z's
But I
leave me by myself I need right on my siddddddeeeeee
Woah(x8)
Woah(x8)
(112)
Ian never did no shidd for no publicity stunt
I know I messed up way too
to California and be a forever stoner
By the way, did I mention that I got glaucoma
I'm lying, I just love the smell, the aroma
Gelato, birthday cake, Runtz, sour
I just got anotha play shit I'm on the way
Few minutes couple hunnit then it's tucked away
Felt u miss me
So I slid to yo place
She know I ain't
wanna leave
But I gotta kn-kn-kn-know what-what's your fant-t-tasy
Said they used to call me Daddy Ways
But you call me DW
The Author of your fantasy by
grind but to work that 9
Shooting your gang with the auto full throttle i take off and run from the cops on the way
Food on your plate it a date with
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