Lyrics:
Luke (in front of an audience):
As you know, we are now in the strip club, in ... Magic City.
{beeper goes off}
Ohh - somebody's beeper goin' - yo,
and kick it wit' me for a minute
Y'know what I'm sayin', come and ride wit' ya boy man, Hey!
Y'all ready know what it is, hey,
We gone swing by some
to my hood
Them boys will put you down on your knees
Woop, woop
That's the sound of the police in my hood
Audemar on my wrist, diamonds look like
Swear that I was blind had no path now I can see clear
Bro speeding out that bitch in 3rd then the 1st gear
Stay down till you come up you a dummy if
days that were hot check it
Bring back the better days for me baby
You gotta bring 'em back cos I'm going crazy
I go insane with your name up in my
The international asshole
Who complain about what he is owed?
And throw a tantrum like he is 3 years old
You gotta love it though somebody still speaks from his
boy
Chiraq, Drillinois, go tell 'em, Killinois
Autotune my raps now, every show we strapped now
They crazy, actin' like you bustin', you get clapped
miss em
I keep it risky, everytime I go for broke
You cannot faze on my worst days, crack a smile when you mope
On the way over, party don't start
lied
Fuck that bitch Tiff
How you got three-hundred bodies hoe (what the fuck?)
Dropped out of college
I would never work a nine to five (I won't)
you wanna have fun, uh hun
Question number two: what to do ?
Let's see!
Question number three: wanna go out and eat burger with me ?
God Almighty!
For
was cold we was starving
Now ya boy grown
He gon get it regardless
Do em so cold
They like why you so heartless
Dead presidents falling out of my pocket
[Pitbull]
Hey Jim Jones,
Let's Show These Boys How It Really Goes Down
Hey Lil Jon,
U Know What We Tell These Boys When They Campin Out Wit
your positions
Fuck your religion, fuck your decisions
See they're not mine so you gotta let 'em go
We can be ourselves, but you gotta let us know
do
Hope you paying attention, let' go (the Aphilliates nigga, holla at yo' boy)
You know, I mean we, we, wear straight jackets
And we, we, we, we
Listen, big boy
Now that you got me made
Goodness, but I'm afraid
Somethin's gonna happen to you
Listen, big boy
You gotta be hooked, and how
All guitars don't sound the same
Can't judge whiskey by the bottle
It might go against the grain of that country boy motto
Sometimes what you get
tell you what we do
Just come along and tell everybody no matter who (who)
Spread the word (word), by the chitter chat (chat)
And go like this (this),
gotta be bi
Yeah she gotta be bi
You thinking I started this shit and it
Wasn't gon finish you gotta be crazy
You know that them pistols
Them killers,
figures
Police drive by, I was click clacking triggers
Jay De Lucas put me with the fam to grow
I was a boss amongst white boys rocking the flow
I had
Just let it breathe
Its a crazy world
And we gotta live in it
This world is so crazy
Living in this crazy world
World that we living yeah
Im a str
soon as I said it, seems I got sweated
By some nigga with a TEC-9, tryin' to take mine
You wanna make noise? Make noise
I make a phone call, my niggas
Shaheed lets it glide
Tip the earthly body
Heaven's on my side
Even in Santo Domingo
Can I gotta Gringo
Yo, we got mics, when do we go?
Know a little
get the brews
I bust a you-turn on the Clair
So we can rush the store
We need a case, or maybe two
Or maybe three or four
Pay for the brews, up in
They call me, they call me, they call me
Burna Boy
They call me, they call me, they call me
Burna Boy
I see you baby, hahahaha, yea
7,8,9, 10
Burna
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