Lyrics:
it, yo let me hit it
Bitches know how I come, I bring the cock wit it
All of the thug piece you know I gotta rock wit it
I ear plane the hoe like I
heard about, fresher than you heard about
Yeah I'm strapped now pussy nigga this ain't just word of mouth
For niggas wit dirty mouths, I got a lot
yo I ain't all of that,
Hit ya with the baseball bat,
An' ya want to ill though,
Want to mess around,
You get fucked on the hill bro,
Kick it like
last hit
Soon as you put them automatics on safety that's it
I calm them bastards, I call them ratchets
Till you blasted, till y'all come ashes
know he reppin'
He just a lonely, lonely baby, yeah, baby
Peter Piper picked the pepper
I pulled a stick out, hit him, then I left him
She pulled my
dem pepper
Givin' dem pepper no time
There ain't no better
There ain't no better you'll find
Hit me up some time
I can blow your mind baby
Why you
wife dig me
Game try and hit me
Kick game like 50 cent
Niggas wanna play games I quickly
Mob with a squad that will bang y'all wit' me
And they want
the cutting I be having your posse ducking nothing but
King Shit, I am asking, sucker can you hand
That player with the pepper throwing salt off in your game
get to you its on
Now wow betta gas up when you wit da King Kong
Girl get it pivet wen a nigga lick it then
I hit it girl dats my grown style I
I caught it bad just today
You hit with me with a call to your place
Ain't been out in a while anyway
Was hoping I could catch you throwin' smiles
yo I ain't all of that,
Hit ya with the baseball bat,
An' ya want to ill though,
Want to mess around,
You get fucked on the hill bro,
Kick it like
You know it ain't no stoppin all tha doggs I'm droppin
It's Friday night so everythang is poppin.
I got skin lets spin on da hand
So let tha games
Picking up a pack
Of that pepper
And then I'm back up on it
Hit the signal line
For that pie
And then hol the pepperoni
Pepperoni
Pepperoni
like a pepper but I'm sweet just like some sugar
Oooo Oooo
Like some sugar
Ooo ooo
Like some sugar
Aye
You better not play wit it
If yeen ready
Fizzace?)
Feelin' I'm gone come fuck wit you
(Come on down loco)
Ai please have some bitches please
(Ha ha ha) Ha ha ha
Locc I been hustlin' all
pop that coochie for a goon, ho
Bullet in you boys memory, now you act like you don't know
Eastside who I do it for, Eagle Street, right by the store
high, high
High, high
Let's get high, high
Come on let's get high
I make the four hop
Pull up at the spot
Weed by the barrels in my G'd up apparel
have you stressed till
All black the scheme
Chest poor formation when I'm wit my team
Stand on the back line, rope fit for kings
How we floss, high gloss
put a twist wit' it
You can't do like me, I'm by myself
I do it so good, I don't need nobody else
What's happenin'? What's up?
Got da purp fired up
an girls listen to me
It is I that you see
Gettin' high niggas be
Gettin' by on these streets
Do or die on these streets
Hit 'em high meet defeat
Wit
the purp is
Wit ya main bitch she forgotten
Where her skirt is
Heard my album drop and now
You kinda gettin' nervous
See I be goin' hard cause this is what I
the cut, hey nigga, roll that weed up (roll that)
If you watch how I move, you'll mistake me for a player or pimp
Been hit wit a few shells but I don't
el g, in this old jeep,
Out slangin by the oak tree,
You know me the homie wit the big O dub's,
An everytime you see me I be blowin it up,
I'm from
boo you can come and get in that Coupe
Take a hit of that fruit get high wit' Wayne
Fly wit' Birdman Jr. Wave high to planes
Say bye to lames don't
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