Lyrics:
I am so lit
Ah, pose, bitch
Yas bitch
Let me see you get it, na, na, na
Flexin', I know that you wit' it
Pose bitch, brr take a photo
Flick,
to beat them bitches wit them switches
If you wanna roll wit them sissy, you can't roll wit missy
I'ma kiss ya on ya cookie, show them pussy I'm
OH YEcH WE CONNECT YcLL
I'M c HIT YOU WITH THE FRONT BcCK SIDE TO SIDE
FRONT BcCK SIDE TO SIDE IM c HIT YOU WIT THE HURRICcNE
FRONT TO BcCK SIDE
keep a pole (ayy, yuh)
Fuck with my niggas, catch a dick in your throat (ayy, huh)
Fuck wit' it, fuck wit' it, fuck wit' it, fuck wit' it
Fuck wit
wit'chu
Ohh, girl I'm talkin' front, back, side, side
I like how it's rollin'
You love how it rides you do
I know you do
But is that all I am to you (oh)
Bitches come, bitches go
But little do they know we don't love them ho's
Niggaz come, niggaz go
We ain't dealin wit niggaz that ain't got no dough
‘em (What's wrong wit em? What's wrong wit ‘em?)
They're trippin' now, (cough)
They want niggaz' (cough)
to give em the chronic (cough)
Ahh! I kicks it off, n**** what rhyme wit no f***in problem,
down wit them drama boys, an also Eightball,
understand I gotta plan, to get me some
You gotta bounce wit it
Bounce wit it no oh
Shake up the crowd wit it
Crowd wit it oh oh
Baby just bounce wit it
Bounce wit it oh oh
Can’t you just
Come on my music make her snake away
my music make her creep away
my music make her sneak away
every single day
The club scene is filled wit cats who
Droppin' a old school with a new school
PA's in the house and it's a good thing
Well if you down with the clique
Let me hear you say (I'm down wit it)
to mow de lawn
I gonna get me da T-shirt wit' de alligator on
Wo, used to live in Jamaica But I don't live dere no more
Had to change me lifestyle
Do
Come wit it now!
Come wit it now!
The microphone explodes, shattering the molds
Either drop tha hits like de la O or get tha fuck off tha
satisfaction, what more could you ask for
Wit facts like an ?ansaw?, I pour fire on earth, I been to hot raw
Do Queens tires get burnt, let's peel through
the morning, she ain't a quitter
She wit the shit
(She wit the shit)
She wit the shit
(She wit the shit)
She wit the shit now
Anything I say, I have that
here tonight dawg)
(Face Mob in New York City)
(Huh, holla atcho goddamn boy!)
(Don't fuck wit me, don't get this shit crunk up in here, Kay!)
(Cuz
Wit my vato, Wit my vato
Wit my vato, Wit my vato
Wit my vato, Wit my vato
Wit my vato, Wit my vato
Hurry up, we gon' hit the lotto
Hurry up, we gon'
Aye!
Aye!
Aye!
Aye!
Aye!
Aye!
Aye!
Aye!
Aye!
Aye!
Aye!
Aye!
Aye!
Aye!
Aye!
Aye!
Fuck wit me!
Smoke wit me!
Roll wit me!
Love wit me!
Run wit me!
Yeah
Every hood's the same,
Every hood's the same,
C'mon
[Chorus]
The give us guns and drugs,
They wonder why we fuck wit thugs,
They want
You been puttin' up wit' my shit just way too long
I'm so gifted at findin' what I don't like the most
So I think it's time (so I think it's time)
I walk wit that fye, walk wit that fye, walk wit that fye
I walk wit that... I walk wit that fye
I walk wit that fye, walk wit that fye, walk wit
and hit the flo' wit yo ass
When I leave the club I want to see some more of yo ass
I ain't tricking shit but I might spend some dough on yo ass
The way
Grrrrrrr, grrrrr, grrr (Yeah)
To all my bitches in the spot lookin' real fly
An' all my niggas wit the corner locked gettin' high
An' all my
Denk goed na aan welke kant je staat
Denk niet wit (denk niet wit), denk niet zwart (denk niet zwart)
Denk niet zwart-wit
Denk niet wit (denk niet
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