Lyrics:
Actin' like you shot the shit
But hesitate to pop it off
When it's on, y'all be gone
C grip the pistol, drawn
Hittin' till them niggas gone
Word till my
picky baby, but I just spotted you
Doin' your thing, g-string, shoe string point of view, hey
Lend me ya body, you got me in a zone
Bet a million
baby, but I just spotted you
Doin' your thing, g-string, shoe string point of view, hey
Lend me ya body, you got me in a zone
Bet a million and a half
Snake oil and roses, pockets of dirt
Hands of a fortune teller's son
Young love shaking the earth, like a heart shot out of a gun
Lips like
One shot deal, one shot one kill
Hit you with the one shot skill
Bullets lift you up like you poppin' on the wheel
Feel I can't die when I'm
three
Hey, listen to me, listen, hey)
[Verse One - P.Diddy]
It's tricky, I'm picky, baby, but I just spotted you
Doing your thing, G-string, shoe
three
Hey, listen to me, listen, hey)
[Verse One - P.Diddy]
It's tricky, I'm picky, baby, but I just spotted you
Doing your thing, G-string, shoe
[Beanie Sigel]
One shot deal, one shot one kill
Hit you with the one shot skill
Bullets lift you up like you poppin on the wheel
Feel I can't die
the hill
Right in the middle of an air drill
I jumped a fallout shelter
I jumped the string bean
I jumped the TV dinner
I jumped the shot gun
Now,
the hill
Right in the middle of an air drill
I jumped a fallout shelter
I jumped the string bean
I jumped the TV dinner
I jumped the shot gun
Now,
your shots low
You hug the block close, we rock on and on
Now if you got dough, your shit is not low
You duck the five-oh, we rock on and on (ladies!)
of
Y'all niggas on shots
We could do it however y'all niggas wan' rock
Make this shit pop like oil in a chrome pot
And it don't stop
I'm not a picture
on
And have chicks dripping like the
Sink in their string thong?
I ding dong ditch bitches when the fling gone
With a mink on and four
Fingers that my rings
your shots low
You hug the block close, we rock on and on
Now if you got dough, your shit is not low
You duck the five-oh, we rock on and on (ladies!)
he hits the mic like Mix-master
This the Battle of Troy with no Pastor
Slicker than a can of oil with no Castor
Chill in the front of the flight,
I met a man on a Facebook string
He was all about letting freedom ring
I posted that I was totally cool with that groove
Till he replied and went
Verse 1:
Out of the frying pan cooking up bigger shit
On that oil like I live in the Emirates
Pupils glazed over know I ain’t feeling shit purple haze
the medicine man's got a cure for me
It's a mojo bag I wear on a string
And the voodoo man he can't visit me
I've got two shots of whiskey, baby
Oh the devil do
bitch I brought you pampers
Bash your friends cant give no answers
Keep your tongues in the crypt of the mansion
Bustin' shots at their feet they dancin'
when they see me, 9 out of 10 women
But the one freak who about it, I put my thing in ‘em
Watch me take my shot I ain't no ain't Ben Simmons [Beans]
a movie star shes a booty star
No strings attached shes rated r
I can see that
B Double O T Y
Show a player how you shake it from side to side
I got you
Reasoning deeper than thoughts
Fuvk with my team and you left with a shot
Message too clear is probably your loss
Fight with yourself when you pray in
change or the chump change
New bag price of Bugatti oil change
Now I'm getting money they
Looking at me strange
New currency
Foreign exchange
Switched
is a lil finesse
I don't really care just call ahead
Playin' your girl like a string quartet
Then I take off like I'm on a jet
Drop that thing I'ma
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