Lyrics:
best chill
Before you wake up with some gangsters in your grill and get killed
By a nigga named Big Phil, tote a big steel
Give a damn if my record
dance with me?
Can you handle, handle me?
You gotta do much better
If you're gon' dance with me tonight
You gotta work your jelly
If you're gon'
the shotty ring, this shit is not a thing
The chopper make your body lean, my niggas body things
Uh, I'm with the jackboys, I'm with the robbin' team
On my
dance with me?
Can you handle, handle me?
You gotta do much better
If you're gon' dance with me tonight
You gotta work your jelly
If you're gon'
work they've done
And we just hope you can
Go on pleasing you for a
Long time, 'cause it's gonna
'cause it to your reaction are to
Our records that
, the man with the plan
Mic in his hand and a fresh skit
R-O-U-G-H-E-R, rougher! So here we are
Face to face, mic to mic, man to man
While your battle
York, I ain't got a car
Ambiance of the Alta Mar, nonchalantly coolin' by your broad
Hard, how much it cost? You gotta ask, you not someone I should be
With a fucked up style and a fucked up show
Hey yo Ren, what about the scratchin', is it def?
fuck no!
The mothafuckin' record is a mothafuckin' wack
in my mouth, jaws are breakin North and South
Look around to see who's lookin, figure that my breath was kickin so
In the bathroom I go; and fixing his
thou and ya just turned 18
To hell with your boss
Let that nigga hear you scream
Sounding like that screech on the fax machine
Then we can take it
Dick by a muthafuckin' G when that K gone
Let it spray nigga I ain't playin'
I'm a come to your muthafuckin' house, okay
She always tryna suck, give her
hello and welcome
to common sense 101
i am your proffeser
i go by the name of ne-yo
now i will not sit here n say that i kno it all
but i kno enough
And you can let your hair down, eh
I've got my hands in my pockets, kickin' these rocks
It's kinda hard to watch this life go by
I'm buyin' in
up at the stars
For a couple hours, turned off all the lights on the cars
The world was ours it was yours
It was mine
The time flew by like it was
your waist is small and your curves are kickin'
And I'm thinkin 'bout stickin'
To the beanpole dames in the magazines
You aint it miss thing
Give me
still puzzle
It's okay I'm a dog who still muzzle
But once I'm unleashed like Jet Li
I'm kickin' it
You can call me Moon Man
Like a tribe of questin
girlfriend or her cousin's house
It's not a front, F to the are to the O to the N to the T
It's just her boyfriend's at her house (boy, that's what is scary)
you been here with me
Can't even lie
I see the rider in ya ambition
Providin' me with the fire
When you wet and drippin'
Mommy if you see it
(Get freaky)
That money
With the pretty kush taste like honey
By the way shes windin' it on me
My goodness girl you're so freaky, you're so freaky
the hood, she did not have a reaction (skrrt)
With a six-year-old, she kept the doors unlocked
And drove by the 5-0 like, "Fuck those cops!"
Goddamn, it
But my lawyers told me settle this (settle this)
Even though it's bullshit (it's bullshit)
Kelly, protect your career
All these people in my ear
I
. Kelly
Delicious kickin, no leather like I'm Fonzarelli
I order two drinks to think, while you show me pink
Summer Eve breeze and WOO when it
blaze that, give a nigga wings
When that blade in your
Flesh it’s an emergency
Your love leak, heart open call the surgery
Feels like my last girlfriend I
platinum
We know the presidents are flowin' by who's sackin' them
I'm that type of guy when poppa wasn't happy with it
Trippin' them up, that was my
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