Lyrics:
what it's
Like try'na blast off
Lamborghini, we go 'round in it
('Round in it)
Audemars, we go 'round wit' 'em
('Round wit' 'em)
New style, we be
or weed (what else?)
Get it mixed and mastered (hey) pressed up and plastered (okay)
Sell it to your whole hood out the trunk, ya bastard!
Show all
play
On different teams
This is the way
And this is how its gonna stay
I have you captivated
Cuz the truth is a what i say
Getting paid by
it
Don't let the heat up out the house
U heard what mama said
That's not being a spontaneous
Looniest zaniest, tazmanious orangutan
Talkin wit aliens
ain't Chingy I'm outside the motel party
Passenger side wit Rob in the Ferrari
I smoke la-la get high like I'm a Marley
Wit the mami's you can find me
hey, hey, hey, hey
Boom!! it's on, bitch nigga we'll rock yo' room
Boom!! bitch what's happnin'? (what?!)
Boom!! bitch what's happnin'? (what
(Lil Mario) Yo what up world if I F*** wit ya Im stuck wit ya Its that boy OG LIL McRIO Yo Young Tyme Capo talk to em
(Chorus) (Flip5 TYme)
If I
Yeah yeah ohh ohh
Yeah yeah ohh ohh
Yeah yeah ohh ohh
It is a dream, you cannot mess wit the beam
You cannot mess wit the beam
It is a dream,you
like she left some' (got some)
Uh, in the club with the lights off
What you actin' shy for?
Come and show me that you're
Wit 'it, wit' it, wit' it
OooYa Wit by Terry (Isaiah) Johnson feat. Starling Newsome
Written by Terry Johnson, Theresa Trigg, Starling Newsome - BMI
INTRO: We call
a couple blocks
(all that man, I need a fo, a deuce)
It started in that temp, flippin' mid's by them O-Z's
On the hill wit that shit from a custom
on
Avoid the confusion they won't hit my phone (aye)
I'm tryna give you the real
Boy let me know what's the deal on the pop out
Is you wit it, is you wit it
Real Badman
Nah, I got y'all fool this time hit it
Doing wit it
Tell me what you're doing
Tell me, tell me what you're doing wit it
Tell me what
People wonder why I ain't runnin' from nothin'
'Cause my momma wit' the shits, and my big brothers was thuggin', nigga
I used to try to thug it
imposters
A lotta y'all rappers suck to me
And you wouldn't have a deal if
It was up to me
But it ain't so, do what ya do
Same way Pac shut niggas down
I can
Pass it off wit the ice
Don't believe all the hype (2017 shit)
Better run the red light
Nigga get hit by Lil' Freaky
We get them sticks from Lil'
with me
Dudes thirsty, staring at these perky titties.
I aint tranna be cuffed up
Yeah he talking to me but that Henny is what's up
Yall, it's a whole
wheezing, yeah
Pull up and we get to squeezing, yeah (Ayy)
That boy ain't bool, that's no kizzy, yeah
That boy can't bool wit' us
That boy ain't bool wit' us
Ya'll Can't Fuck Wit Us, At All
We Can Go To War For Years
Let's Do It Man (Our Grandsons Could Get It On) Its Nuffin
Let's Do It
[Cam'Ron]
Yo
Alright, okay
How you feel?
Feeling great
What ya want?
I wan' do it to death, what's up wit' you?
You know my steez
True indeed
Say it loud
Black
Yeah, Alkaholiks!
J-Ro, Tash, E-Swift
That's right
We're not done
Uh-uh, c'mon
Ain't it drunk
King, Tee, he drink wit us
Defari, he drink
J's on my feet, Lacoste shirt, Glock in my pouch
If it ain't about no money, what is it about
I used to jump up in the booth when they had doubt
Now
' it, we wit' it
I'm wit' it, wit' it
Swagholly' wit' it, we wit' it
I'm wit' it, wit' it
Little bitch ask me who all I
Came with, I'm like hold up
I know
more I'm through with my practical (No way)
They told me drills influential (Naaa)
Oh fuck that it's coincidental (Fuck it)
Oh fuck what's wrong with
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