Lyrics:
face
Deep enough to jump the states
Stuff him in the trunk escape
- you want a problem
Fuck the bass, up the stakes
Everything I wear is up-to date loyal
the pot in my sock, I don't milly rock
Crack in the back, 9-5 south, Philly spot
Damn, Philly spot getting really hot
Phones getting tapped, it's a wrap,
you
Hit me on my phone
When he gone and you sittin all alone
I want you
She love it when I throw her against the wall
Grab her by the neck
try and come for me
If you do, that's the final recipe
Of the MC Pooja formula
Green just like grass, that's raw stuff
Never have that raw
I don't have
to my colony
I got the stuff that you like to cop
Get it from me you can stay awhile
Just like a hotspot we can connect
I bet i'll make your body hot
you by your neck
And give your neck a tongue lash
I need a woman that's compatible with this man
I want a woman who can wear lingerie and keep
street literature
Used to lose battles on purpose so these cats can dream more
I want to see y'all shine without the use of a nine
You might see
the babacockie
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
Sit down, sit, sit right there. What you want
I'm about to bring it back
Hit that, I'm
at the heaters I know they want more
If you don't know by now am one
Of the hottest chick around town
Tight to the figure and they ticket ma sound
Dimonds in
I called it, and I be smoking exotic
Yaaaaa, blowing her back out
10 Million plays of a laptop
She want a booty no ass shots, I'm drippin sauce no
tomato sauce
You can catch me beatin off to a bunch of barbie dolls
Cable modem wired up my internet is fast as hell
I always use a VPN its helps me
know that they want chains
They gon' be bangin' all to the end
No, wait, hold up, I mean my bros
We put you up, stuff out 'em hoes
Check how we roll up
DukeDaGod:
It's Dipset all day, The Movement Moves On
Cam'ron:
New York City, you are now tuned in to America's #1 station, Hot 97
In conjunction
on top
Always hungry for the green
Yeah we want more
Never turn back on the team
Never oh lord
Y'all know
We so live
And we coming for the trophies
That's
went to Dave and Busters for a night
And she just wants to win the biggest doll
Took too long to get the tickets
So I’m giving her my credit card
it's a melody
Just young nigga out breaking stuff I guess you can call me a felony
And it's li' dre on the mic yea you know dat he going wild yea
ding-a-ling in
Pumpin' that ass until your back starts stingin'
You had enough? Rough and rough
Gimme all of that good stuff
Huh? your pussy gettin' sore?
finna get on that
That pistol be hot, it go in slow motion
That blower, you know it got blow back
I'm sticking you up, bro taking you down
Since you
ample to do this have you shot I thought you knew this
I'm crumblin' no time for fumblin' sellin' my sacks watchin' my back
Wettin' em up like
the place all eyes on me like 2pac
Tell me what you thought
Baby I'm too hot
Roll up in a new drop
Driving by the haters who wanna play in my sandbox
And all
Identified by red eyes when I'm high
Denied - you won't buy
I'm lying through teeth
Deep breath
A sigh to relieve the stress
You couldn't even guess
How much I
Smoking by my lonely lonely
Ak forty seven for the hate
I'm counting Yoshi
Talking to my nigga for the pain
The devil want me
Leave it
So I got in my car this morning and I drove to the local store
I was looking for some delicious looking ham. Oh boy, this stuff makes me cream
In my
a let you know, that stuff you pop is junk
Cause when I flow, it's the flava of the month
Hold up don't worry about nothin', tot shit in
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