Lyrics:
my gun in
Waitin for you to come in
I'm comin with that Bang Bang Bugaloo
Hey stop lookin at me, hater
Or it's gonna be "damn, I ain't look at you"
Now
no zaza
Whippin' up the baby like goo-goo, ga-ga
Hip 'til I hop, then I rock and I roll
Soon I fucked that thot, I make her dip like 'Lo
Diplo
Nashadu an la ilaha illa-llah
Wahdahu la sharika lahu-by far
("Nashadu an la ilaha illa-llah")
Rock, rock, y'all, between the tick, tock, y'all
artist out your tax bracket, sheesh, in one year
My artist just signed, already got an M
So many fallen stones that you damn near can't see 'em
you any damn thing that you want
You want flowers, I'll buy your ass a rose
But later on you're coming out them panyhose
You want gold? Girl what's
to say, "Hi"
Did you stop?
No, I just drove by
Kept on pursuing to the next stop
I bust a left and I'm heading to the next block
That block was dead
but I'ma shoot ya in yo damn face
I got so much money, that they closed the damn case
A nigga try me, [?] hell they get away
I drop a cool code 20, make
the club, don't give a fuck
Up in the club, still don't give a fuck
I don't know what to say after that first verse, I mean, like, damn, I just killed it
Yeah, yeah, ayy, woah
Oh no, hold on, yeah
I was havin' a dream
I was whippin' a Rolls Royce
And I bought everything that I want
Turned
quick to talk shit and don't give a damn
I tell that hoe run, man that hoe better scram
I pimp across the land, better read ya' motherfuckin' press
sit in the car
On the good time road with a movie star
I've been hidin' in the jungle all damn week
My session got burned by a bird that squeaked
Flow switch, like fully automatics
My clips extend Like Luffy
I roll with pit bulls dawg
None of them goofy
I need that One Piece
True blood, no Sookie
a damn chump
I can say it if you need, but I'd rather let the ink bleed
Mega church leaders sleeping with male hookers
Mayors hitting crack pipes with
the skin
It's what I major in
It's what I do
Yes I come to play and I bring big bad soul
Well I could rock long before they named it rock and roll
the skin
It's what I major in
It's what I do
Yes I come to play and I bring big bad soul
Well I could rock long before they named it rock and roll
her
Damn, now that's what I call a diva
You sick, man? I'm what you call a fever
And I don't put no snow up in my cheeba
Pack a little heater,
inside the spot
Let's rock'n'roll, you know the M.O., it gets real
When the five boroughs of death, we rep to death
Step aside little (nigga), show
Went down to Memphis for a remedy
My old guitar needed strings
Caught a show late last night
Saw rock n roll was still alive
Damn echo, now I can’t
damn jeans pal
I would say "back down" but that's a
Code for Munfu and his mouth
And as to how we roll hashtag pussy burnout
Hey gummi worm head, Sister
like sugar in a pot let me chase that ass down like licks on the rocks. Twist ya hips mami' damn I like the way you drop it and make it sway.
[Verse
She's the mutilator, music carnivore
Spinderella rocks the records with a chainsaw
You're still amazed by the way she plays
Not a fad but a phase
Waves on my temp, so a ho gotta surf
Hollering rock when you're scared, go to church
Me and Slim Dunk in the club throwing racks
Go into the trap and I
Get money nigga, yeah aw yeah.
Dedicate this one to all the hustlers
That get up every motherfuckin' morning
And put they work down.
I see
know me from that block where we move them rocks)
(You better make it fast, watch your ass, or get pursued by cops)
You don't know what its like up
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