Lyrics:
DJ's scratch the test presses
Like make it mo hot baby
Turn it up, I want to hear it real loud, just
Turn it up, so we can party in the loft, baby
DJ's scratch the test presses
Like make it mo hot baby
Turn it up, I want to hear it real loud, just
Turn it up, so we can party in the loft, baby
(You Know It)
Of course you ain't gonna spill all the beans
Long regime of slick taught war machines
Strong and mean, front stroke long and clean
the work's all done
But every now and then they get a strong desire
To crawl up in the hay and set the barn on fire
Now the hay needs haulin', the hogs need
Hey bird, can you drop some new music?
Yuh
Yuh
Yuh
Gang gang gang
Song about to drop
And you know it's gone pop, yuh
Homies in the loft
And they
Bad bitch blowing on strong
I can't get these hoes off me
Cause my money too long
Diss me put you in a coffin
I make 50 bands often
Got 100 bags in
I'm in the cut smokin' on strong
Try and hit my blunt, boy you look like a bum (You look like a bum)
Riding with sticks get hit in the dome
Slide down
I swear to god my family gone be fair
My dawg D Lo on the way
I swear these dudes smoking weak
We be smoking strong
These people already know how i
horrid lover
A free kind of life, start all over
A wandering light when you fall sober
A lone, poured out soul
A tattered loather
A clustered loft left
strong green like the hulk
I got blue hundreds in my vault
I'm got some p's stashed in the loft
I be going hard all these rappers so soft
I'm smoking
I've had demons on my back and the arms
But a nigga too strong
You got to shake them off
I regret I ain't grow up in church
I was living the worst
here taking off their tops
Hope I don't get too drunk and end up hanging from the loft
Think we all just pawns to our needs and their cost
Beam upon
Something
I thought a broke nigga said Something
I don't give a fuck what you Thought
Bitch it ain't shit
It ain't a loss
Chilling in the lofts
Fuck her in
Live this life is dirty
I was just a little child
Never tough I'm going wrong, for it
God will keep me strong
No one of this bitches
Have the strength
appeal
So I fly girls to my city to
Find something I can feel
I wake up next to models who tell
Me last night I came on too strong
But I know she still
Super Bowl
Catalog lookin' legendary
Ring froze like it's February
XO, that's a mercenary
A quarter bill' on an off year
Used to sing on lofts
But
clothes all off
Aye we can buy the whole bar but when the club close off
We Immediately rode off..to the old loft
You know what I told y'all we pull
respect somethin'
Catching plays in that four story loft
Broke nigga why you talkin', where your boss?
Gimme everything, I don't take a loss
Play with me
clocking in my job everyday, no signing off
I'm rolling up the strong, two K's make me cough
Enough work to last a lifetime in the vault
Baby, this
your pimp on
Let me hit the bong oh and my mind's quite strong
Wreck it nice and proper if it's on I'm finsta to stop her
If I'm swingin' for
a motherfucker
A half a million, all 20's it got blood on it
Presidential day-day and it's flooded homie
I just left the car loft and spend another check
Hunnid
eyeballs, trying to run him
Off the road, or make him bump into
Something, giving strong evidence
Of hostile aggression!
To elude them, greggery takes
from across the pond
Noticed I was close to the block she's on
Elevator to the floor her loft is on
Drinking whiskey, she likes Vodka strong
But
uh)
T.R.U. University, I pull it up and murk a beat
Mama house was filled up with bags of Hercules (strong)
Soon as I finished pissin', I put
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