You gonna believe me now though Tryin' to get up in your mind in your body your spirit Take your soul Come here girl Let me creep in your world Let me see the backside of your moon No Vickies only La Perl-a Let me take you to Indonesia Where nobody can reach us There's no need to take your phone Cause you far away from home Baby let me be your tour guide I'm your burger You my fries Run through sets Come through sets Chicks hypnotized by my 1, 2 steps I'm way too fresh So complex Niggas try to predict what I'm gonna do next Let's get the party started Far from a motherfuckin' starving artist Got something to prove Don't talk it, walk it My niggas outside on them walkie talkies Pop that trunk Pass that dutch Let's get crunk Baby don't play dumb Baby don't say none It's on me Louie 13 and the Cris on me Dimes wall to wall in the VIP The age don't mean a thing I ain't Chi Ali I bring them out with no ID Them boys they bring them out like I'm T.I.P. Come here girl Let me creep in your world Let me see the backside of your moon No Vickies only La Perl-a Let me take you to Indonesia Where nobody can reach us There's no need to take your phone Cause you far away from home Baby let me be your tour guide I'm your burger You my fries Ready for action when I attack on the track And I flat up a sac on strap on the Cadillac and the glove Could call me when you start shit with the ambassador of New York and the queen of the Chi And I'm backing her up Flow be ugly but it's a beautiful thing Aluminum rings Get money like I'm moving dem thangs I got connects in every section When I'm up in the hood Chain looking so nasty all the bitches going uhhh Heard they wanna get me But I got my guns cocked I'm dirty ridin thirty somethin' cocked like Yung Joc I'm the talk of the town Lettin' off fifty rounds Meet me in a circle everybody it's goin down Give you Hpnotiq to get you erotic And then I take you somewhere exotic Where we can blow chronic A full clip for a lil drama You know I ain't a hoe Snap yo bitch Come here lil mama you know you wanna go I'm from the city wit nothing pretty And everybody know I spit a flow to get up with Diddy And now we finna blow Niggas in the hood show me love I'm the girl Pimp tight let my mink hang down to the floor Pardon me if I gotta be a boss bitch I don't give a f*ck what it cost bitch I floss big whips I floss big chains I talk big shit Cause I'm got big thangs Now what you wanna do You betta not step Now nigga move back Let me catch my breath Bring it, bring it back to the floor So sick with an ass so fat It's Shawnna, Twis' & Diddy with Tim on the track You know it gotta be tint with twenties on the llac, ahh I see 'em looking at me like what's up But I'ma sit low in the cut
Written by: TIMOTHY MOSLEY, NATE HILLS, CARL MITCHELL, LLOYD MATHIS, SEAN COMBS, RASHAWNNA GUY, KRISTAL OLIVER
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