Lyrics:
deal and make your own beats
Compose your own sheets, that's aight but chill
I'ma spend that mil and cop only hot shit
Rock top shit you know how The Lox
I can see by the way you walk you've never been with a man before
And I can see by the way that you look at me
That you'd sort of like to try it
Dias
Rock steady by now you know the steelo
Mi correo still gets down on the leelo
Tahino indians welcome to my teepi
Pop in the CD and let's get
Dias
Rock steady by now you know the steelo
Mi correo still gets down on the leelo
Tahino indians welcome to my teepi
Pop in the CD and let's get
'em again
This time it's for the money my nigga
Brooklyn stand up
There's never been a nigga this good for this long
This hood
Or this pop is hot
Legend out the 2-6 (Whoa)
Y'all know who the truth is (Whoa)
Crazy like a movie by that nigga Stanley Kubrick (Whoa)
Perfect time to pop up (Whoa)
Wet
Flew my bitch out from Thailand, she do the most (most)
My niggas hot like some Cayenne, sittin' in your throat (throat)
They spend a quarter
finger in a butt
Unbutton blouse from bottom up, top off
Pop that drop that like it's hot
Pocket full of that wet wet
Get wet, are you wet, yet? Let that
panties wet honey I'll show you how
Good life can get wining and dinning nonchalaunt in the finests
Resturaunts feed you lobster because I'm a true
starving offa that Cuervo
Shop on Rodeo, house in the dagos
We like to f-cking watch the day go by
I tell her (?), drop the potato
She's hot, what can I say
Stick up kids do anything, hustlers keep loot to show (what?)
The game is hot you could never be a winner
Just begun a game so considered a beginner
'em again
This time it's for the money my nigga
Brooklyn stand up
There's never been a nigga this good for this long
This hood
Or this pop is hot
Stick up kids do anything, hustlers keep loot to show (what?)
The game is hot you could never be a winner
Just begun a game so considered a beginner
talkin? buying bottles, Cavalli Vodka
I'm wet and hot like lava
I'm switchin? 4 lanes in Range
Hangin' out the roof talkin? money ain't a thing
Comin? all
grew
And perhaps a kid or two
Like my man
And then my eyes get wet
I most forget till he gets hot
And tells me not to talk such rot
Oh, my man I
You know like she never heard of me, ya know
So I said okay you may know me by my other name
Sometimes they call me
Track master
We see you Tone
day, hot fudge, vanilla banana split
Four niggas in a whip, AK banana clip
War time, frontline, nigga ride or run and hide
Everything alive dies, why
strings hittin' the beef gigga head
then leave the set, leave a beef gigga wet
jet
off the scene with the uptown fighter
red dot sighters
all week
be touched
Niggas say I'm too much, I trust it's true
Why lie? See for yourself when I slide through
Drive by, your bitch say don't look, you do
grew
And perhaps a kid or two
Like my man
And then my eyes get wet
I most forget till he gets hot
And tells me not to talk such rot
Oh, my man I
stuck her neck out (Neck out)
I open her legs and she stretched out (Stretched out)
She lay in the bed and it's wet now (mmm)
She talk out her head
hot (Boss)
(All I have in this world (Boss), all I have in this world (Boss)
All I have in this world (Boss), all I have in this world (Boss)
I
Sweat
Sweat
Sweat
Can't deny her
You know you ain't met a bitch flya
Dress by Laquan and the feets is Alaia
Keep the page public so the hoes stay
little life like this?
Cause now you bump heads with kids that's lifeless
I live by the day only if I survive
The last night, damn right, I ain't tryin'
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