Lyrics:
you
Pretending you pitbull, when really your candy-ass is poodle
We wouldn't of hit you, hammers have already been
Cocked and cleaned, yo, it was who?
on anybody who ever tried to front on me
With so much personality, what do you want from me?
I could be by myself and enjoy the company
My life, this year, my
In front of me, my own self to blame
But I worked hard to receive the wealth and fame
It's a worthless game, but if you're willing to play
There's
Everybody! Get your hands up!
(Honorebel) Pitbull
(You know how we get down) cool breeze!
It's not my fault
That your girl is intrigued
By
we craving (yo)12
Me and you survived all kinds of worst case scenarios
We're moulded by them to be these bad ass Sicarios 14
In everything we carry
trying to wake you up
At your wake motherfucker
Black mass, black gloves, duct tape, AK
We always do it big around here baby ba-by!
That's dem Miami boyz
Dile Remix (Otra, Otra Noche, Otra)
Don Omar & Pitbull
Pitbull:
Que es lo que es?
Pitbull, Que Vola Don Omar
Oye Pa'i��Ya Tu Sabes...
Te Veo
Detroit?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, come on
95% of all y'all rappers is buzz
And y'all ride dick so much y'all gon' make me nut
You'll get your jaw clocked,
a pitbull
Just layin for a reason to pull
on you, any duck motherfucker that gets in my way
I'm insane, and my homeboy's death made me this way
But then
[Pitbull]
Hey Jim Jones,
Let's Show These Boys How It Really Goes Down
Hey Lil Jon,
U Know What We Tell These Boys When They Campin Out Wit
it started
You fuckin’ with a gangster tonight so
Say goodbye to the waynester type
You with the Rock
Let me tell y’all something
I seen this bitch
finish payin you?
All these payments, madness and mayhem
Gotta go to church and say Aaaa-men
God, help me pay them!
Now I'm sure you've heard this story
ya'll nigga's gotta leave it at home
Ya'll haters better leave it alone
Before you meet wit ya death
Back up off me put ya keys in the ignition
Start
ya'll tone
Now you see the chrome
I'm a blast it for ya I'm a blast it for ya
It's Freeway all by myself
I'm in da place all on my own
In da club
constricted by the motherfuckin' boundaries
An ounce of E or a pound of dro, couldn't place you on the planet web
I'm transmitting life from bro, brah, brah,
Location
West coast by the Pacific
Where the heinas look exquisite
And they get so explicit
And I'm with it (Simon)
I like the way you dance, hun
How'd
like [something] give us us our free, me Pitbull and this industry.
Drive-bys in the truck quick
Fuck you, suck dick, ha
You ain't got no wins in mi casa
Que te pasa, haha
I'm the wrong one to fuck with
Fuck with me
turning caine into rocks
And I carry two glocks so I can't be stopped
From the city to the state I'm pushing rhymes like weight
Pitbulls by
Now that we down with all of the nonsense
If you know you not a groupie make some noise
G R O U P I E
Told me that she ain't a freak
Told me that she
through the math I subtract them
You hear no laughter, QBC the thug factor
You niggaz ain't worth the punch, back snatch ya
Pitbull attack ya,
the traffic
Me and my group, me and my cabinet
Fillin' the coop, pick it and bag it
I got the key to this spot break in
You gonna get popped
Fuck around and get
to know
No, oh, oh, oh, oh
No one can do the things I'm gonna wanna do to you
No, oh, oh, oh, oh
Shout out loud, scream out loud, let me hear you go
clip
Who you know could fly by '05 then '06
When they see that new V the dope boys go crazy
Yeah, You know I still fuck with State P
Still fuck with
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