Lyrics:
And by the way, you rappin' Nigga's,
I don't like you neitha'.
I mean, "either," proper gramma',
Pop a camera, man on that rap, DVD propaganda.
Yeah,
grade
We took the school
So sick of getting pushed around
We dominated
All was cool
You dance with Danielle
I will dance with Brooke
Let's meet up in
your damn house with your girl on my dick
I'm the realest muthafucka when it comes to makin' hits
So shut tha fuck up before I bust you in the lip
mind out of the past
And everybody takes and everybody steals
everybody's been kicked by other kills
Please raise your hands up in the air!
In the air
Street, come on
Verse 1
Bun B:
You see the sun goin' down and the moon starts to rise
The winds pickin' up and there's lightning in the skies
Everything
that drink my liquor and smoke my stogies
How come you ain't on Facebook taking up for me
When you round me most of the day, and you know that I'm
all got the power to do it
Spread-in the sound so the kids with the movement
We raise em up now for the future improvement
By now we know times
Poppin' the beans don't really care
Arrive on the scene my colors are there
Raise up your guns this isn't a flair
Who is you playin? this isn't
triceps
Push-ups strengthen your shoulders and abs
The more that you do help raises your metabolism
Side-kick with one foot pivoted
The foot in front is
It smell like blue cheese
We get that paper by the loose leaf
Trying to cop a Maybach
You still buying Lucy's
Different page with the flow
I don't even
that's right
There's gonna be Hell to raise tonight
Gonna blow your mind
Take you for a ride
Shotgun kiss got to fix all your inner desires
Turn up
vragen me veel net een interview
Drippin' alsof ik de afwas doe
Run it up tryna pull up in a Bentley coup
Bitch I don't care 'bout you honestly
Jij bent
Im with her and she with me
Stick it in dvd
Crazy visuals, pcp
Know i came with the weed
Yeah i brought a big bag
Oh where'd your hoe go
Dont you want
you what I know
Grab your partner by the collar
Bribe the barman with a dollar
Just ignite that mighty holler
Lead me to the trough
Till the light goes
that ooh ahh sound
I'ma push up on ya slow
Get ya right by the end of the night
Do something sweet
Like massage ya feet
And put Pretty Ricky cd
as piranhas
I'm presidential, nigga
Salute to me like Obama
And all these head shots got you feeling that blunt trauma
I count up the nearest commas
Sending
Raise hell for my dawgs forreal
Aye
God Flow
I can send niggas to hell when i rap
Its King Quadii beat by 5z so you know its gon slap
Told him send me
And by the way, you rappin' Nigga's,
I don't like you neitha'.
I mean, "either," proper gramma',
Pop a camera, man on that rap, DVD propaganda.
Yeah,
hustlin' up the dirty deep
Betta watch them dirty boys down south we keep it dirty g
I know you heard of me
I got that work
Man I got that white and I
You're here
When the darkness settles in, when nothing's clear
When I'm swallowed up by everything I fear
When enemies surround me, pressing in
spin on his block like a DVD
Talking my shit bitch you know I just PPE
Shoot a vid with Malik
Shoot a video might shoot like 4 vids
Ridin' round with
bitches is pimpin'
Oh and did I mention
Keep me up out your mentions
You bitches ain't soldiers y'all
Just be wantin' attention
Hey yo New York, get
the world die by the creator
So don't listen to their cheats and curses
Stick it up your ass
If you think I'm gonna pass
We're black on black, detonate
misery
Hit your line again
I hope you pick up do it urgently
Look who I became
Gon' set a trend and spin like DVDs
Lately I been out the cage
Beast mode
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