Lyrics:
grab the mic straight run his mouth
Candy blue what you see me floss, when I pull the lac up out the house
Lookin' good while I hold the wood,
house, tryna fuck (tryna fuck)
There some hoes in this house, tryna fuck (tryna fuck)
Her pussy good, my dick is gold (dick is gold)
I'm in your hood
house, tryna fuck (tryna fuck)
There some hoes in this house, tryna fuck (tryna fuck)
Her pussy good, my dick is gold (dick is gold)
I'm in your hood
One's diva'd out, keep her make-up tight
She got her good heels on wit her Jacob ice
And ma love to club, so she stay up nice
And she give me brains
out
Girl
And you can scream all you want at my house
Girl that's my house, girl
That's my house, girl
Hold On Baby You Know What It Is
Young Money Fly
alone
Now it's time to live the good life, inside a happy home
Happy, home
(Turn this house into a happy home)
Happy, home
(Finally got to live
and
That's not for debate
Why you slimmin' down?
Smack needs to tell the audience to "hold
It down" because of the constant booing
I was at Saddam's house
alone
Now it's time to live the good life, inside a happy home
Happy, home
(Turn this house into a happy home)
Happy, home
(Finally got to live
Is, is (Yeah)
Is, isn't
Is, isn't good, is (Yeah)
Is, is
We The Best Music!
(Isn't good enough)
I worked my whole life for this one
(Isn't
and fuck a lot
But nah, I ain't a playa
Girl I'll house you
You in my hut
Thinking of a rhyme trying to hold my nut
Armand on the cut Com Sense MC
Baby
keep her make-up tight
She got her good heels on wit her Jacob ice
And ma love to club, so she stay up nights
And she give me brains just the way I like!
and fuck a lot
But nah, I ain't a playa
Girl I'll house you
You in my hut
Thinking of a rhyme trying to hold my nut
Armand on the cut Com Sense MC
Baby
there's no hold ups, in between
When you say good part
What part do you mean?
Oh that's what you mean'! I bet you do
Well baby I saved it all for you
When
(lover)
We ain't good good, but we still good
Hold up the dukes
Hold up the, hold, hold up the dukes
Hold up the, hold, hold up the dukes
Hold up
YSL!
It's Dolph!
300!
Shout out C-Sick
OTF!
C-Sick!
Thugger!
My trap house a Waffle House
My trap house a Waffle House
My trap house
stay up and fuck a lot
But nah, I ain't a playa
Girl I'll house you
You in my hut
Thinkin of a rhyme trying to hold my nut
Armand on the cut Com
stay up and fuck a lot
But nah, I ain't a playa
Girl I'll house you
You in my hut
Thinkin of a rhyme trying to hold my nut
Armand on the cut Com
stay up and fuck a lot
But nah, I ain't a playa
Girl I'll house you
You in my hut
Thinkin of a rhyme trying to hold my nut
Armand on the cut Com
then had raw packed in
Rest in peace a few good men, the guards stalk him (Queens in the house)
I pop a bottle, we not promised tomorrow
Showin' love
Good news
Too hard to hold back
Good news (Good news)
Good news (Good news)
Good news (Good news)
Good news (Good news)
Good news (Good news)
Good news
the house and don't wreck the car
Stay there, honey, right where you are
Hold whatcha got, I'm a-coming home to stay
Well, in my mind, I can see
That's
master said we got a good house here
The house negro said "yeah we got a good house here"
Whenever the master said we you said we that's how you can
could do without
My good advice
Sir Isaac Newton came around to my house one day
His face was all sunburned and red
He said he didn't want to sleep
Okay, hold up, wait a minute, all good just a week ago
Crew at my house and we party every weekend so
On the radio, that's my favorite song
Make me bounce
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