Lyrics:
the bitch exciter
I only love my hoes when I'm goin up inside her
Problem number one is gettin money
I'd rather taste the green than sip the honey
So
If I could write a hit record, record, record
I'd watch my problems disappear, move far away from here
If I could write a hit record, record, record
Both fucked the same bitch, just not the same night
You just took her phone number
I just took her home with a-
'Nother bitch, menage
Boomerang,
Yeah, DJ Envy, (yeah, baby)
DJ Sliink (ayy, yeah, ayy)
Fetty Wap (yeah, baby)
Commission records
(Esentrik) whoa
Wouldn't ever think that I'd
or drunk the number one soldier I can deal with
Lay down records and make a mill with
She the illest
The down south bunny and Clyde
We be the realest
I got
Uh, uhh, listen
First the Fat Boys break up, now every day I wake up
Somebody got a problem with Hov'
Whassup y'all niggas all fed up cause I got
Uh, uhh, listen
First the Fat Boys break up, now every day I wake up
Somebody got a problem with Hov'
Whassup y'all niggas all fed up cause I got
bring that on in
Bitch, I'm a problem, got your columns full of losses, no wins
Gary gangsta, fuck with Chicago niggas out that Low End
Much love to my
Number one every time never run out of gas
Like my records I slay, drink it down 'cause it’s good
Live it up like I may doing better too good
See my
of the Lord!
KWIRK
(the effects slow down like a record)
Yeow! That baked him good!
HUNKIE
Oh wow, it looks just like Thanksgiving out there!
KWIRK
Hey, before I eat an MC I say my grace
Leave you dead without a trace
Got a problem with me, Say it to my face
(to my face) to my face
(to my face)
and imma be lit
i wanna feed the feelin that i have inside
boy you got me sounding like a
broken record
the number of times a day i say
the way
i'm in
The do's and don'ts of Young Money Cash Money
Rule fucking number one
Don't fucking do one fucking song on a motherfucking album
Get one
If I, I got to know your name
Well I, could trace your private number, baby
All I know is that to me
You look like you're lots of fun
Open up your
nothing now I'm Standing for the record
I done copped a choppa from my Cousin for the record yea
For the record yea for the record
Doin numbers now you know
Bitch my phone doin numbers
Numbers numbers
My song doing numbers
Numbers numbers
My pic doin numbers
My fit doin numbers
My click doin numbers
down with us
D.J. Red Alert, he's down with us
Robocop boy, he's down with us
Makin' funky music is a must
I'm number one
People still takin'
Castle-D boy, he's down with us
D.J. Red Alert, he's down with us
Robocop boy, he's down with us
Makin' funky music is a must
I'm number one.
People
he's down with us
D.J. Red Alert, he's down with us
Robocop boy, he's down with us
Makin' funky music is a must
I'm number one.
People still
that I created private worlds
Cold sex and booze don't impress my little girls
Cold sex and booze don't impress my little girls
Daily records
Daily
a rock and roll god
It might turn into a steady job
My agent said to me, "son, I always told you so"
Now my record's number 11 on the BBC
But number
a rock and roll god
It might turn into a steady job
My agent said to me, "son, I always told you so"
Now my record's number 11 on the BBC
But number
your number one chick
Number one fly with your number one kick
When it's all done then your number gon' switch
Yeah
Sold a quarter million records
lessening as well
They began to multiply in number we
Started to worry about our status in
Society whether people liked us
Or how we fit into the group
We
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