Lyrics:
Dem pussy-clat boy nah wanna see me
You was stone cold lying by the full wack rhyme writing
If I had some gasoline I'd ignite it, with my lighter,
power just like mi cuete
Trece cuarenta y siete
You're all up in my mix ese, ya vete
Before you get sliced and diced with the machete
No te mesa, no se
We was them youngins like
When we was in the trenches, It used to rain all the time
You feel me, we ain't never have no sunny days
We ain't have no
this chick in a G string
Can I touch you friend
Beat boy beat boy
Hit that perfect beat boy
Hit that perfect hit that perfect
Hit that perfect beat boy
poppin', I'll make you bow down and welcome me
I played my cards right and your girlfriend dealt with me
Mama, I'm a motherfucker when I get the alc' in me
believe me"
And, "What's up with these new niggas?"
And why they think it all comes so easy?
But get it while you here, boy
'Cause all that hype don't
Feeling the heat we're not out in Miami
We turn up all good like we just won a Grammy
Mix tunes in the pot, got 'em calling me Harry
A star in the garden
Even she know her baby boy still be quick to Get with it
Keep messy hoes out the mix they ain't tryna Do shit but go run and tell a young
Nigga business
(C'mon)
Man! This Disturbin' Tha Peace shit gettin' on my nerves
Boy I tell you the truth, know what I'm sayin'?
While he doin' shows, I'm in these
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
entertainment
Baking a conversation
Knowing it takes individuals to make relations grow
So do you, I'll do me
Recipe on how we grow in between
Best believe
to the Valley
Mic Wreckin, hit me up, it's your Boy, holla at me!
It's been a long time, I ain't been crunk in a while
Jumpin' around on the stage actin' a clown
you sit in them tires
Believe me its nothing
G-4 ? Just won't mix with my ride keep a strap on my side
Believe me its nothing
Fast women, bad
only you did not think me to be a person who has weakness of mind because of old age
They said, By Allah
You are still in your old confusion
Then when
(Tennessee with it)
You better have your motherfuckin' heat with you (brrt)
You on the sidewalk, I'm in the street with it (I'm in the street, boy)
In
'fore you say what you say, hot damn
My, how the boys roam, from roaming,
Loc and come home, to homes of his own
No catching up he's in a whole 'nother
And besides you need this
You know how church folk can be
Boy I'm your sister, trust in me
Mm
Now hold on
Maybe she's gone
No
Maybe we
dragged my name in the dirt (nope, oh, yeah, yeah)
All this work to be successful
When you abandon me 'cause of what you heard (yeah, oh, yeah, heard)
I
tryna jerk me (believe)
O-o-o-o-o-okay, Lamborghini Mercy
Your chick, she so thirsty (boy)
I-I-I-I-I'm in that two-seat Lambo (boy)
With your girl,
believe me"
And, "What's up with these new niggas?"
And why they think it all comes so easy?
But get it while you here, boy
'Cause all that hype don't
International Red)
Uh yeah let off the gas and stop
If you still spinning like them mix show DJ's
Add the box (What up home of the boys uh yeah)
We watching
International Red)
Uh yeah let off the gas and stop
If you still spinning like them mix show DJ's
Add the box (What up home of the boys uh yeah)
We watching
Look out the window and drank and chill out we get high!
It's 1 A.M. and the crowd is still live
Relax to the groove by me just move with ya' boy
Got
believe me
Even when I show them proof, they still ain't fucking believe me
I can scam your fucking grandma any day if you gon' fuck with me
Boy, Im Mr
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