Lyrics:
tote yo' shit
We 'bout to get mo' rich, c'mon
Let's close the club, c'mon
Fuck the place up, c'mon
Shake yo' nasty ass
And make it swing all around,
tote yo' shit
We 'bout to get mo' rich, c'mon
Let's close the club, c'mon
Fuck the place up, c'mon
Shake yo' nasty ass
And make it swing all around,
She rollin' 504 Goodies (yeah)
But act like a goodie goodie (yeah)
She always given' me that woody (yeah)
In the club, while I'm getting a buzz
While
of this shit
'Cause after I spit the bullets, I'ma treat these shell casings like a soccer ball
I'ma kick the ballistics, so get this dick, I'ma live this
When u walk up in tha club jus do my dance wit it (ugh)
When u c tha bitch u want, jus do my dance wit it (do my dance wit it)
U can get any bitch u
soccer is the actual game that Dribbles loves to play
He looks just like a football with little hands and feet
He's probably the friendliest guy you'd ever
a bitch to go shopping,
She buy herself some clothes,
And she brought me back a chopper,
See niggas tryna kick it,
But no I don't play soccer,
I'm
a bitch to go shopping,
She buy herself some clothes,
And she brought me back a chopper,
See niggas tryna kick it,
But no I don't play soccer,
I'm
a bitch to go shopping,
She buy herself some clothes,
And she brought me back a chopper,
See niggas tryna kick it,
But no I don't play soccer,
I'm
starting
In the lecture hall shortly thank you!
Welcome, students, to Two Point U!
This campus we've established to point you
Down the path of academia
like soccer cleats, I'm a wise ass quarter greek Socrates
Did you miss the point like John Carney, would you please bless me without a sneeze
Don't
of this shit
'Cause after I spit the bullets, I'ma treat these shell casings like a soccer ball
I'ma kick the ballistics, so get this dick, I'ma live this
now
Yeah
Might turn this rage to a bullet
Point it and shoot at your mullet
(bow)
Don't call me buddy
You are not in the discussion
You better not
this is me ain't no pretendin'
Discipline is never pleasant, see success but not the rest
'Cause IG a facade, only see one side like a crescent, aye
this is me ain't no pretendin'
Discipline is never pleasant, see success but not the rest
'Cause IG a facade, only see one side like a crescent, aye
Danja Mowf the flow is remarkable (what)
In the game kickin like a soccer pro (come on)
Yo you best to go inside and hide and lock the do'
'Fore I hit you
on some cop shit
I pull up on yo trunk stop it
When I start to point is when you drop it
Low
Geddown
Low
Geddown
Low
Geddown
Low
Geddown
Hoe
see get some Visine
Every bad bitch know her rising
Why they wanna be like me
Why they wanna be like me
Is it cause I know all the hoes
Ain't a point
mountains
When it's hard to lift a finger
I miss the days when we talked it out
With different points of view
Now you can't even tell a joke
Because
like Butabi right now
Thought I was talkin' that shit Now the whole club Night at the Roxbury right now
Nah, nah, yada, yada Soccer boy, I'm sorry
For
I'm not what's expected
'Cause I ain't in the club coppin' a section
With a bottle collection
Poppin' em flexin'
And a plastic model fulfillin'
ESPN on the e-mail already inviting me to the next one
You saw me at the ESPYs, should've worn my Freshletes
But that's okay, the soccer bitches told
tour manager. So I couldn't be a babee I mean I still had to try to get a meal buy out , out of the club owner that night. Ya know the show must go on.
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