Lyrics:
spurt spurt spurt
Lay your ass down do the James
Brown body never found dumped
Off somewhere in orange mound
These bullets gone spurt spurt spurt
These
my nine in the picture much clearer
Its the biggest diva mama cat off the top
Open shot on your block and drop the shit your system's got
What no
Standing here
Your back against the wall
Drop your weight
Let the tears roll down
Where are you now
Who will you become
It doesn't matter
The days
znajdzie w sztanach twoja mama mambę
B że tańczę zaraz z nią szaloną sambę
Bez niej nie byłby dramat
No ale sam nie sam be!
Kładę język jej na zęby jak
Gruby
Look at lil mama, look at her body, look at the way that move…..
She drop it down low, she bust wide open for me and my crew!
She got couple
call me!"
Uh-uh
I send mothafucka's airtime
By my fuckin' stressed life
Me a little blessed life
Mama I don't lose
Betta' luck next time
Sucka's step
up, 'cause they got caught up by trickaz now
Lock down to all blood clots, Malik and Warren G and we shakin up
Spots
[Warren G]
Plots, when we
to know
But nigga fuck what you goin' through this 2-0
And by that time I'm 17 if I ain't in that pin
I'm on a mission wit tha homeboys mashin' again
(Yeah, yeah)
Why are you
So damn used to
Mistreatment by the ones who supposedly love you?
Why are you
So damn used to
Being let down?
Girl please
styles are fatherless, motherless, marvelous
Adopted by every hip hop George Papadopoulos
cause I love the way you pop that (C'mon)
Every single time we come to drop that
A lot of freaky women react to a nigga hot track (Lets go)
Then we
No one will stop me
Follow me into a land where Impalas squat
Young niggas with hammers and daily body drop
Ogs survive, you still alive, a lot
No one will stop me
Follow me into a land where Impalas squat
Young niggas with hammers and daily body drop
Ogs survive, you still alive, a lot
sit down and wonder
Tell mi how you feel fi see di youths go under
Hear pon di news dem kill di baby and under
Mama cry pon her knees mi tell her be
on my hip line
Ready to rock and roll off my style
Gun a nigga down then I
Stroll off i don't do
The shooting my niggas will drop the load off
(The Goons)
bringin in crack cocaine bailin out of planes
with the George Bush connections, I push Reflection
like I'm sellin izm, like a dealer buildin the system
nothin' compares to the satisfaction
That I feel when we out mashin', me and my girlfriend
All I need in this life of sin, is me and my girlfriend
Down
eating on omutuɔ
Slow down lil mama ass gon overdose
Sika Union chain dancing like azonto
Sometimes the game gets decided by one goal
Shorty see Cartier
Thats before they try bury me
Chopp his ass down like im george
And he cherry tree
Pills and a blunt why the fuck i need therapy
Pills and a blunt why
gimme 50, drop n gimme 50
Drop n gimme 50, girl drop n gimme 50
[Mike Jones]
Lil mama right there bad
She dropping 'n shaking fast
Come holla I got
the red light, his mama still can't stop from cryin'
And my chain fell out my pocket, it ain't no way I'll drop a dime
I know Raytroy had it good, he
When you just up, yeah I'm always just up Yeah you dressed down, but LG is dressed up
Thank God for this life I live, gotta bless up
Drop a banger in
that
I just gotta ball on them
It's time to ball on them
Mama said to ball on them
Can't Drop the ball on them
I been patient waiting hoping now is time
Set a bonfire
'Cause when you lay your burdens down
When you lay your burdens down
When you drop them burdens
What a free-fall
What a thrill
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