Lyrics:
that be telling him
20 put diamonds on shawty neck
20 gon' swim in if shawty wet
She just wanna run up a dirty check
I might pop me a xanny next
She
hoppin' outta shorty whip
I'm by the tel, across exxon by the shell
Sense of urgency on the cell
We gon' pick you up, when ya flight land
We in a tight
into the neighbor's pool and went for a dip
There were good times in the rain
Good times everyday
Good times Heaven knows
Remember that dirty little
Dear mr. warhol how can I make them understand
That I ain't no polished pop star
I'm a one man fuckin' band
Song by song, hit by hit
Got them eatin'
LL
Radio killer yeah,
Y'all think they can handle this one man
Alright
Call the radio and tell them its your song
(its your song, its your
playing her song
But she singing off key
Can't keep her off me
That my little shawty
Thats my little pony
The bigger the budget
The bigger the show
We back
Lately I been on my own
Tryna get this sing a long, right
I can make you my song
As long as we get tone right
Wanna ring you on my phone
I'm never
(Where they at? Let's get 'em!)
With a little bit of taste of the bass to the face
In the place for anybody not payin-on-time
Rather be up in a six
Gotta be prepared at all times
Cause in magnum central and the bay
They’ll pop you in ya spine
And california is hella hectic tips get sent
Intercepted
There's a little get together down at Merchant's Way
It's a chic nightclub where we used to play
Mythic dance odyssey, swirling aqua
Bonded by
the song
Presented by Surf
U Need Inspiration Or Nothin
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Muses
[Chorus]
They know I'm crazy by the flow
N-gga never lazy 'bout my dough, dough, dough
I'm in the flesh but I'm quest for mo'
Bizzy, Wish, & baby
Okay, my wrist, my bitch
Lemme get it, lemme get it OK
I like to fuck her on camera, ayy
Dirty Fantas was my menace, ayy
Pull up and pop me a Xanny,
the computer and let's burn one
Country jazz rap and pop
A lotta Bocephus and a little Kid Rock
And like Toby says "Get'chya some
Fire up the computer
liquor and weed was heavy
And have me and corone their dreams
By the time I was seven my mom left my pop
Then we moved to the south side of Yonkers,
a little dirty
Shake that thing, get you a little money
I, I, want to get dirty
Get a little dirty, shake that thing!
Get you a little money
I, I, want
airplay
I came out hardcore, flexin' cock diesel
Saw a little cash, and pop goes the weasel
I had to make that change and rearrange
My whole rap format,
and now, I'm in love with the girl with the dirty blond hair!
Every little thing she does
Makes my head spin, just because
She's the one I can't ignore
I've
sold OK
Never top twenty or plenty airplay
I came out hardcore, flexin' cock diesel
Saw a little cash, and pop goes the weasel
I had to make that
fucker (Still thuggin)
You know The Outlawz in this bitch (hahah.. it's on)
[Napolean - Verse 1]
Once again
Another fat nigga fried
Do a drive-by if you
(yeah, Twin I see you, my nigga)
With my little dirty niggas!
That nigga P is thug enough to
Rep' QB from Long Island
Hempstead niggas thug their way
a couple unit's in, we
Can get the Porsche ride
Livin' by the shore side
When I was just a youngin'
Imagine little 5-10
Nigga with a onion with some
Wishes
One hundred times I will have failed to write a pop hit
Why can't I be like Elton just a little bit
They can't hear what I have heard from sounds in
bitches
Trigger finger keep itchin'
I pull it, I do it
Well if you know like I know
That pussy pop like pyro
And she know I'm a pothead
That pussy
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