Lyrics:
made
Make ya headtop explode like grenade
If you wanna draw for the blade
I will be like what Devilman
Who is it? Who is it? Who is it?
You don't want
busy
Like those dizzy Lizys, who used to dance for you, you're through
I can't put it more blunt, your vocab is restricted
You're addicted,
Its Friday night looking my best out for raving,
Receiving messages in my mind that im craving,
A girl to take away alone to the side of the club
know of me (they know me)
Young bull livin' like an old geezer (ah)
Quick-release the cash, watch it fall slowly (slowly)
Frat girls still tryna get
Give it to your front door like newspaper
Two twenty on the dash, I lose haters
Plug showed up with two trailers
Two flavors, what dude gave ya
I got
PTSD is an ugly bitch
So I like to get high and act like that bitch don't exist
Mama don't like it when I'm high
She said I'm praying for you(I'm sorry
want no hand-outs
Aint never been no leech
Ima dog Ima get it nigga by any means
I stay up like the feins
Steady stacking the green
All my girls like
Hunna Tiffany Necklace
Fly Me To Paris Just Fo Breakfast
Sip Champaine Dress Tha Freshest
Hopin Out Tha Cario Lay Lexis
Material Girl Like Madonna
Ms.
[ INTRO: Chris Rock ]
...All this ill shit
This fuckin Sir Mix-A-Lot shit
What the fuck is this shit?
See the shit's video?
'PUT IT ON THE GLASS!'
the club and get one of dem broads (and then what?)
It's a wrap, we on the way to the house
By 3:45 I'll be kickin' her out (ayy)
clubs, nigga (Lord)
Pandemic got niggas eatin' like Action Bronson
Thanksgiving, catchin' the corona like Magic Johnson (you did)
Is it real? Is it
the lady's just like you. Oh!
What's happening ladies?
What's up wit my lil shorty's.
It's your man Nick Cannon on the beat.
Yeah.
I'm here wit Romeo.
O.k.
the drunk in me
(that's right) and I'm get her drunk for free when I take her it gone hurt
[Verse 3: T-Pain]
When I Pull Up To Club
All The Shawties Be Like
what ya give and it's always not enough
I do not do it for Hondas just to be honest all of my exes I haunt em, big as Madonna
Sometime I wonder,
Run it up
Look
Conquer that like cold contact
I hitman like I sign contracts
Provoke man like you ain't on that
Monopoly don't land on tax
Your girls
none of them hot)
Except for this pretty young thang that was workin' all the way at the top (all the way at the top)
Shawty, what is your name?
Miami, uh new Year's bringing the heat, uh
Can you feel that? Ready?
Ok, check it out
Yeah here we are in the place
For a New Year's show
Miami with
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
It's the T.I.P,
like ah)
Shawty pulled up on me
Mmh, tell me what it's gon' be
Car stopped, tank on E, you got me waiting OD
When you walk inside the crib keep
rich enough
Aye
Grind for my mom, can't give it up
I'm too young for kids and stuff
But these girls say, "wife me up"
Baby girl you is a dub
And I met
I fit snubs and Swizz the mix it's like drugs
So, watch the clubs get hi-yi-yi
Feel like Cali when I drop by why
Bodies dropping and all the mami's
twenty-five words
And uh, I couldn't do it, I wrote out five pages
And uh, I have it here
It's uh, have it by accident, actually, ha
But-but I, I-I'd like
machine
Life of a giant, but who needs size when you wack and your team's soft
Drag your girl down this hill 'til she admits that it feels like she's
the club and get one of dem broads (and then what?)
It's a wrap, we on the way to the house
By 3:45 I'll be kickin' her out (ayy)
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