Lyrics:
Strike three, ooh, I got you out
Without a doubt, I got you out
Strike one, caught you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Pitch three, this
smell
Walkin' far if I got mo booze
Yea your hats still to the back
Ain't no cover up for roots
Got a pocket full of crack
Lock it up and get
Uh huh, it's Iggy Iggz
I got one more problem with you girl
Aye
Baby even though I hate ya
I wanna love ya
I want you you you
And even though I
be callin' code read like Mountain Dew
'Fore I count to you can get cha back blown
'Cause ya gimmicks out of minutes like a track phone
Get back
live by and
One that's not afraid to die, so I lay back up by Ya who up by the corner
Told Ya, that's where I want to so long a nigga a boner
Ya think
got yo back you got my back
And life ain't guaranteed
Loyalty
I got ya if ya got me and even if you ain't got me
Loyal to a fault they take advantage
I I get it,
Whoa hey
Yeah, yeah,
Whoa hey
I run New York!
Whoa
I get money, money is got
I'm back on the streets man,
I get money, money is
I'm 'bout to explode, take off this load
Spin it, bust it open, won't ya make it go (come on)
Yaka, yaka, yaka, yaka
Yaka, yaka, yaka, yaka
Yaka,
bubbly
Screwed tape loud while I'm swangin' by the crowd
And the dro'' got me how it feel like I'm in a cloud
I'm a H-Town nigga.
Reppin' for P.A.T.
Everybody knows
Pit's got tight raps
When I'm in the club
DJs bring it back
With no questions asked
But the number one question is
"Does he got cash?"
Lil
Everybody knows
Pit's got tight raps
When I'm in the club
DJs bring it back
With no questions asked
But the number one question is
"Does he got cash?"
Lil
on, ion really freestyle
But nigga in the meanwhile
I got ya bitch in my coupe, me and Lil Snupe
'Bout to party ya bitch, show her what to do
'Bout
Sipped on lean now I'm feeling slumped
Sabe up dough then invest in a slug
Baby come arch ya back bruck ya back then I'll do my thing and be gone by
to be blind to my loyalty
Stood by your side, hopefully
But now I don't even have no title
Got my heart beating like this vicious cycle, I'm psycho
'Cause I'm a street genius
With a unique penis
Got fly chicks on my dick
That don't even speak English
I'm makin' ducks shed much tears
I buck queers i
left, right, left, leave 'em coming back for more
You got that step-by-step when you come out on the floor
You got that ooh-na-na-na-na-na
You got that
well, I'll tell ya
Got so many rhymes ya know my throat is sore
It's 1992 and still no one to vote for
Well, like my words is what I'm seeing through
forward onward 'less we go back?
Don't nobody wanna be original and everyone thinking they bad
Rolling up on reinvented wheels 'cause it got chrome don't
all on my plate
All of the thugs in the back
They shooting craps and they got The strap just in case
So stay in ya place!
Who tryna play i came
missin you)
Last year ATL we almost got physical
I can't talk now read about it in the interview
(While ya'll up in D&D) I caught two and three
the worst side of me and yeah, fuck anxiety
I'm not for that, if you talkin' smack
I got no problem knockin' you right on your ass
The villain's back, you
a gangsta back at it
'Cause I'm the last of the Dons, goddamn it
I hear ya talking, but I don't cater to the chit-chat
But when I see you in the streets I got
Aight, wah ya mean got me weed by my side, me blazing every time
No joke, my boys so red on the paper Man never lose pon the paper
Man dem wild every time
while we just tan
Babe I know you got a thirst
Cause without you ya
You know I be missing you, ya ya
You know I want you right by my side
So, please come
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