Lyrics:
I'ma see you in Hell (inhale)
Battle rap? Boy you wouldn't win a debate
The type of legacy I got
You don't get by mistake
Man don't let them amp you up
say a damn thing
Boy I bet that shotty make you bounce like a bed-spring
Walkin a thin line, gotta defend mine
And wit no pen I'm sorta like a bomb
the fuck you spill lean on a BB Simon?
A real dope boy don't do consignments
Ten times out of ten, I'm bound to rob 'em
They say "Pap act like he
Got
say a damn thing
Boy I bet that shotty make you bounce like a bed-spring
Walkin a thin line, gotta defend mine
And wit no pen I'm sorta like a bomb
touchin' more diesel than Shaq old lady boy
You did it I done it I get I punish
The shit that I come wit'll separate a rib from a stomach
I'm the boss
milly
Her hands in my pants she tryna free willie
So I said let's make a movie she say you so silly
I be rapping good smoke baby lil silky
Brothers
touchin' more diesel than Shaq old lady boy
You did it I done it I get I punish
The shit that I come wit'll separate a rib from a stomach
I'm the boss
Packed up in tanks under the trunk, 59 to 77
Collecting my lot not even sweating, back on 35
wit my cheeder just gettin mine
You know me your boy O-Z
What's up
If you from Flint
Get out ya seat
Get up off your ass
Drink your brew and smoke that grass
We fixin to rock from Pontiac to Lansing back
posed ta blow
Its Dip-set baby, Dip Set!
Nigga its Jim Jones
Now everybody know me
Usually in the club wit a bunch of O.G's
We pop bottles and we
wit all this gave me they hate to cherish
But still I made it
A made nigga made by the game
Made for war
My aim is simple and plain
Yah wether
what's up
If you from Flint
Get out ya seat
Get up of your ass
Drink your brew and smoke that grass
We fixin to rock from Pontiac to LANSING back
you know I want your body
I told her get it get it get it girl yea ya got it
Start off wit the Polo mix it wit Versace huh
you can get dead
Sip the Tryst by itself, rock with the red
I could buy another brick and put it on your head
I could aim it at you or shoot it
a block on fire wit Turk and Juvenile
If the gold is mine and Safaris hard don't you ever mistake
Lil' keke and the Hot Boys
We some worldwide players
Song: Tini Bop
Written and performed by Santini The Great and Chingy
Intro: Interstella on the beat boy
Tini Bop ( laugh)
Hook: Tini bop , you
walk up you
Can see the shotgun spit
Ferrari roof go down, Lam doors go up
I got big boy toys, when you gon' grow up?
Nigga knick knack pattywack
Give
rock"
Ooooh, I got dissed. But it ain't no thing
Runnin' that game with the home made slang
Baby got ished, Bremelo gip.
Keep laughin' at the car and you
the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got
yeah yeah
The diamonds and gold
It don't mean nothing when you by your lone
Still lit at the shows
Baby I drip yeah I drip to my toes
My diamonds
Hit the club my brothas cause it's been a minute
I cant fuck wit y'all cause my vibes specific
Ummm uh uh
Feeling like baby I'm winning like wanna
Start
a Twix
It go down like a mix
She bust shots for me
She get lost for me
She give props to me
Give that top to me
She go low she get low
She can rock wit me
scriptures
We ain't into takin pictures
Dirty with da sprite makin' collision
Mix it up
With da precision
Boy you better
Make a wise decision
Cut into a nigga
THE AIR)
Lift yo' drinks up and (PUT IT IN THE AIR)
Get your hand dapped baby (PUT IT IN THE AIR)
I'm feelin like fuck the world, is you wit me?
Middle
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