Lyrics:
got me back snapping necks again
So you better call your family
And your next of kin
'Cause when we go to war, nigga
It's like a Mexican
I cut your ass
of the year
Shake them hips let me see it from the rear
You had a fit I know you lit lil' ma we here let's go wild
First round can't quit two rounds slow sip we
(Hey baby, you wanna go out?)
(You wanna go out honey?) Flossy P
(Spend any money?) You see this bitch here?
(Come here cutie, hey, come here
(Hey baby, you wanna go out?)
(You wanna go out honey?) Flossy B
(Spend any money?) You see this bitch here?
(Come here cutie) Man
(Hey, come
War 3 here
We finna launch off
I whip my hair
But I ain't no rockstar
Gripping my junk
Like she got a John Hancock
I need my bro here
So he could cock
gimmie the mic
Be quick, be quick, the king is here (It’s him?)
Yo of course man, it’s him man, just be quick
Come on, gimmie the mic, yeah let’s go man,
go start my day up every time
My youngins turnt up yeah without a deal
I done went and got my racks up get these fuck nigga outta here
I don't need no
ever think that we're steppin' out of here,
You ever think you're gettin' up, down, around or in,
Huh huh, you better think again, my friend
Because
of dunns'll be the
Ones that'll clap at you
Yeah, that's how it's going down
So what's the drill now, do it
We'll reach out and touch
Anyone tryna act brand
a lil fear in you Got a brand new check this all the time
You dont got no money nobody go fear you Come on inside we finna go see you
Im speedin' thru
my biness aint into ya drama dont bring dat shit round here we trauma ya mama
Drippin sauce slidin like im figure skatin hey tell da money dat im
Yup!
1, 2, 3
As it is plan to see
I go by the name of Jermaine Dupri
Dope man fresh in the place to be
And uh
[Chorus]
Oh, I think they like
oh no
Do you know what the play is
I had to let you know
Before I gotta go
Just see me by the door
It's the vibe that we on
Money on thick thick
Damn
Shit
Zone
Yee, Yee
Trapped out the house on a Sunday what
Niggas round here gettin money yea
Ridin round the city lookin pretty duh
I'm in yo bitch
for my sinning
Get the fuck out my face I ain't here for your pitty
I go by Nunk and I ain't stunned about these bitches
Bad bitch on my dick had
smiling straight at the ground
So I approach her, tell her I'm sober
But I'll make a toast with you because I really wanna go there
I met a brand new dime
the front door
We better go through the back
See, that was back then, now look where we at
Straight to VIP, my niggaz, man we deep
You gonna go by 2 or 3
It’s time!
Come here, listen, get a bar nigga
I'll chop the head off you
Dicks like a Bar Miztvah
Protect your neck, clown get brass
Turtle neck
pardon me
She walk by my side like part of me
(uhhh)
Nobody here no more
Remember them days I was sleep on the floor
Now we fly the cost rock Christian
your livestock’s
I guess you can come on my trip, why not?
Tie knots in our existence and
Marry-go-round your holy tripod
For every single flame
so many times, I don't know how I stand
Fuck a label. We all grew up off brand
Screaming in the mirror, I'm tryna go super saiyan
Ahh
I'm picky with
make ya feel like an outdoor meal...|On a snowmobile|-up|Listen to the sound when the belts go round '|When the winter carnival's here...|And oh what fun
L.B.C. Shit
We dips to this, make chips to this
And buy brand new whips and shit, uh-huh (beyotch)
I bet you didn't know that yo' bitch was suckin' dick
L.B.C. Shit
We dips to this, make chips to this
And buy brand new whips and shit, uh-huh (beyotch)
I bet you didn't know that yo' bitch was suckin' dick
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