Lyrics:
Uh huh
Jones
Dipset
Birdgang b*tch
You know what it is
When you see me two twelvin' you homie
You f**k n*ggas keep triple ninin', have some integrity
to
Mississippi I'm live
Getting rid of you Milli Vanilli's
Gimme the vibe get jiggy like Willy spitting
The wittiest rhymes
Uncivilised, ignorant, diligent type
shitted
Whoa there kitty
Got a fitty from the city got a minute now I'm chillin (Talk to me now)
No time you silly
Fakin me like you Milli Vanilli
When
that shit
With yo big ass makin' me wanna slap that shit
You know what, jump in my ride and let's slide
I'ma beat up the puddy and cook it with a fish
[Soulja Boy]
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em, This the remix
V.I.C. You already know what it is man
It's ya folk Soulja Boy Tell 'Em
Checkin' in everything
Shorty this gon' be your favorite song
DJ Drama
And this is the remix
Baby, I don't know about you, but my wish came true
Matter of fact, let me
spitting, man
Know I catch you slipping, man
You come to my town
Almost like I'm spitting gravity
I'm holding it down
Without a sign, I get a beat
Yeah, you
My name, it probably ring like Las Vegas slot machines (talk to 'em)
The MAC by my pelvis in my Helmut Lang (uh-huh)
The shells'll bang, make
have a cat lick a shot? It's
The spot where you grab ya 'Gnac
I have a cat lick a shot? Niggas shot
The mag'll clap it's sad
I never knew where my dad
Voulez vous coucher aves moi bitches! (Showtime!)
Re! remix! (You know what time it is right?)
Re! re-remix! (It's showtime!)
Re! remix! (You
You know we had to do a remix, right? (Yessir)
Hood anthem, let's go
Gettin', gettin', gettin' (Xcel)
Gettin', gettin', gettin'
I was gettin'
bitches to
"come to my hotel" to livin' in one
Man I ain't never backed down from shit
I got heart you know
The 40? Not an opening act
When it start to show
(G-Unit nigga)
You know how we get down nigga (it's that gangsta shit stupid)
Let me tell you how to school y'all young niggas man
(Here we go now!) yo,
Remix, Free
Remix, Busa Bus
Missy
Lil Scrappy lets go
Hey Shorty
I like the way you ass it up
I'm only whisperin' 'cause I'm just tryin' to fuck
Ooh,
kept my props
And I blew up the spot and was large on your block
I know it did that's why you formed the committee
Of a bunch of itty bitty silly
know we broke
This industry be tryin to strangle niggaz in the choke
You think these rappers rich? These niggaz out here sellin dope
You think it's
rocking in Heaven
Dontcha know I went off?
I got right on down to the beat, you see
Getting right on down making all the girls
Just take off their
it
Getting skilly with it
Illy vanilli, blanc le matte, Joey
Girl you know it's true, no fibby
I'm on my Buffay, no Phoebe
Yh I slay, vampire the batty
rocking in Heaven
Dontcha know I went off?
I got right on down to the beat, you see
Getting right on down making all the girls
Just take off their
the spot and was large on your block
I know it did that's why you formed the committee
Of a bunch of itty bitty silly Milli Vanilli hillbilly niggies
I know, I know
It's like girls promisin you Thomas's
And can't even cook toast, right?
What I'm tryin to tell you, man, is...
They just ain't no
rider rims
If it's me, hell, you can tell by the design on the chrome
Crying on the phone
Ho thinking I'm in love with her
Cause she took me shopping
on my tip so hard I be the life style
But I get silky, go for you like milk gee
Brothers sun on wack on waxs like Milli Vanilli
Uhh! you know I've got
you fake as hell, like Milli Vanilli
These hoes, must of these niggas go broke for these hoes
Big bad bully but he beat for these hoes
Married
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