Lyrics:
Black Pearl, Sim, Mike Widdicker, Rowisens
Lewis and the Strippers, Charlie Boy, JoJo, Kevin Rogers
LaMonte Derenay, Prince Charles, Brian Davis, Little
sicaria
Hey socio no seas tan cabrón
Que tu gata esta pidiendo acción
Quiere que lamonte en el maquinon
Ella quiere que la lleve a dar un vuelton
Por
me the living rhyme book
My Uncle Lamonte he taught me all about hooks
Next I learned how to record sequence tracks and mix
Skills that I wouldn't
snooze
Linked up with Lamonte and Bruce
We make hits to get yo bitch in the mood, ha
For sho tho, uh
I'm way bigger than local, I'm going global
She wanted
Yeah, yeah yeah
It's Treh LaMonte***
Yeah
Uhhh
Don't play it up
Don't say that shit when you know you don't give a fuck
Gave you my heart
Gave you my
Yea
Uh huh
Yea
It's Treh LaMonte
Yea
Look
When I put this D up on your body
You gon' feel it
Stomach moving, twitching
Like you catching spirits
Even
Yeah
Ahh
It's Treh LaMonte
Uh Huh
Yeah
Yea
It Gets Cold
In the winter
Who would figure
Paper cuts and fingered notes up on my fingers
My London
Ahh
It's Treh LaMonte
Uh Huh
We going back and forward
Not the way that I like
You made a promise it gon' be alright
All lies
Now you got somethin'
show and tell
Pimp hoes out the motel
We like to do condos
On occasions stay in hotels
Walkin through the mall
People stopping me like you Lamonte
Askin
Let me get my chains situated
Yeah
Yeaaaah
Yeah yeah
Yeah
Yeaaaah
Lamonte
But you already knew that
No Jada Pinkett
But we bouta set it off
Yeah,
Ahhhh,
It's Treh LaMonte,
Yeaahh..
Whatever she say, oouuu!
If she trynna throw it at me ima beat it up
girl I ain't come to play games
Yeah I like this..
It's Treh LaMonte..
No time, no time
I don't got no time to do no fuck shit
No time, no time
Sorry I could not attend your
Whoa
Sipping on kracken it's crackin
It's Treh LaMonte
Yeah, yeah
Said she wanna guy like me, wanna guy like me
Said she wanna guy like me,
Money seek
Blessing mi ah reap from mi money tree
Jah protect me from di enemy
Bad mind ah try drain out mi energy
Verse (Treh LaMonte
Yeah,
Da da da da da,
Da da da da da,
Hey!, it's Treh LaMonte..
Yeah,
I was out, wit the mob
In the trap, going hard
Pullin out, couple
Bitch I'm loud and you know I'm living
Head shot trynna stop this mission
It's Treh LaMonte
Bitch I'm Loud and you know I'm living
inspection month
Who the fuck , knocking on the door they asking for Lamonte
Rode the bus , didn’t have no friends so I sat in the front
All alone ,
Uh huh
Uh huh
Yeah
Uh huh
It's Treh LaMonte
I came down to shut this party
I'm on your body you don't wanna tell nobody
Your secrets safe with me
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