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 this
(Wooo hoooo!)
I like the sound of that
Tell the bartender to send another round to that
(Remix)
I don't know where they found you at
Just keep movin
on the phone
And tell me how much you care
Yo, close your eyes, shorty
You're guaranteed to be hypnotized
By the remix that Wyclef provide
I don't care
on the phone
And tell me how much you care
Yo, close your eyes, shorty
You're guaranteed to be hypnotized
By the remix that Wyclef provide
I don't care
know better than to be
Someone I’m not for you
Say what you want about it
I would rather be the one for me
And not for you
Growing up my mom would give
just because you know
I got it it's because of me that
We're eating right up in this bitch don't
Stretch it by asking for a lawyer
And shit" That's
me
You don't know me like you used to know baby
Uh, you don't know me no more so watch the way that I flip
On the Darkchild remix so now it's more
(Uh, world premiere)
(Got that new-)
(Brandy)
Luminati
(Represent that, that funk)
(Uh-uh, G club, you know it)
(Come on)
(DJ, ooh)
Give me
my first studio at like
12 or 13 somewhere in that season
Of my life, singing along with the radio
Became me wanting to be on radio
You know
Hood why you do 'em like that?
Pull up in the drop with the ceiling top back
Couple weeks old, "Bugatti" done went gold
You ain't even know, I deserve
you can be
Word, censorship of reality
Radio suckers never play me
Radio suckers never play me
Radio suckers never play me
Suckers don't, but
like they don't wanna (don't wanna)
They don't know, they don't know, they don't know! (they don't know)
You gotta find 'em doe, send 'em doe, break 'em
like they don't wanna (don't wanna)
They don't know, they don't know, they don't know! (they don't know)
You gotta find 'em doe, send 'em doe, break 'em
Take it from me (cause)
She ain't nothing like oh girl you used to know
If shawty's doing right by you
Maybe you should let it go
At the end of the day,
know me nah in love with them
Serious
Print on my outfit inferiors
Might just cop them Red Octobers
Wear an all-red suit like Delirious
Man wanna
I give you this dick, don't squeal, no telling
Niggas stealing my drip like where's my credit
I don't need no script, I don't need no edit
I don't
the real deal, I don't want a handjob"
I know you better tell 'em who pimped you first
As soon as I finish, let me quench your thirst
Nothing but
you're looking behind you (yeah but I mean)
You got memories (but)
Take it from me (cause)
She ain't nothing like oh girl you used to know
If shawty's
time's up
Squid soup comin' up beats gonna diss ya
Cross-fade i'm gonna remix your face
Welcome to the new song
Hope you like it arranged know what?
I got
out the place before your
Heads get bit off
Like a car you will get writ off
In half you will get split off
I don't know where you been
Hearing that
an elephant
When she's with me it's Heaven Sent
And she screaming Re-mix dope shit
Say what you want
Girl you know you miss me
Shawty I'm the realist
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
Yo, I don't think they're ready for this one
Another Darkchild remix
Brandy, RJ, Big Pun, Fat Joe
Terror Squad, come on
You're the truth,
a movie
And they used to use my mothafuckin' trailer to tease me with
But I flipped that script like a refill a
Painkillers to pop that lid off that
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