Lyrics:
You know I'm Naughty by Nature by the way your mom shook
When I hit her with a Heavy D-Bo flex I'm wreck less
My next guess is you wreck less checks
should
You know I'm Naughty by Nature by the way your mom shook
When I hit her with a Heavy D-Bo flex I'm wreck less
My next guess is you wreck less checks
3 way
3 way
3 way
Migo
3 way
Quavo!
I'm attached to the stacks
Still having big straps
Phone tap running laps cross the map hot trap
a whole movie Teflon Don with a oozie
I take that back m16 you bet not screw me
See we all make mistakes but we walk by faith
We need an angel in North
friends we run many
things My mind Dey my back I no Dey fear anything
The thing way happen for here pass the
one way happen for Red Sea Abi you no see
Say
just want my heart
You can take back anything you bought
I just want my heart
Swear
I ran my sack up by the way
Red vette all white Porsche truck by
been chirping
Since Niggas was wearing Bo Bo's
Now I make a call and get em in by the boatload
Yea
Half of these niggas Bozos
And U2
Can catch this heat
and there's nowhere else to go (go, go)
And the only way to see me's if you looking up from down below (down below)
And there's nothing else to say so I may
All money in by the way
We just getting better every day
Running things everywhere we stay
We don't care what the haters say
And you know we ridin
B.G.]
Watch out
Let them hot boys through nigga
Get out tha way
What nigga
[B.G.]
Straighting up bitch nigga fore my cake cut loose
You gives a fuck
large checks
As I flex then wrecks -- so e, what's next?
[erick sermon]
Shazam, let me tell you who I am
The e-are-I-see-k, s-e-are-m-o-n
Call me
Tha Liks get, down
Guess who's back? It's Tha Alkaholiks
We're back, buk, buk, by popular demand
Guess who's back? It's Tha Alkaholiks
We're back, buk,
dug Soul Train, not American Bandstand
The bigger nigga is back and I'm on the right track
As a matter of fact, I'm all that
So, ring around
of lotto tickets
A fat stack from way back cause she's pack rat
[Shock-G]
Mother Goose hit me on the cell phone, said granny
Got her healthcare pulled, had
to it 'cause it's light
Crooked twisted unlisted on the highways
We riding sideaways, beotch!
I'm riding sideways, this way thatta way
("Back up
to see me more
I could just tell by the way she was looking at me she really liked my clothes
I could just tell by the way she was looking at me, she was
yeah
See by thru dey face
I'm winnin the race
I do dis shit laid back yeah
Up inna da mornin, I'm way to lit, way to gone
Imma keep goin, gotta pay rent,
Ay Mike Mike, listen man you gone go through some stuff
I'm telling you gone lose some people along the way
I'm talking bout some days you gone wake
boy
On the outskirts, of what works
Live those who go for broke, and merk to get merked
Live by the sword and die by the semi
Not part of my ways, but
didn't die for me (Uh uh)
And I know sometimes I do you wrong
And I know sometimes I miss my way
But I'm coming back to you
And all I wanna do
Is love you
sick thugs
No hesitation when I pull and blast, 'cause Syke was bustin'
Plus, Bo had 'em duckin', screamin', "Get they cash!"
So now I got the law
sick thugs
No hesitation when I pull and blast, 'cause Syke was bustin'
Plus, Bo had 'em duckin', screamin', "Get they cash!"
So now I got the law
Lamborghini Gallardo
Maybe go to my place and just kick it like Tae Bo
And possibly bend you over
Look back and watch me
Smack that, all on the floor
Smack
ass tall can B (Sic-Wid-It nigga!)
Cousin C-Bo
That nigga Otis and Shug singin'
I hope I don't go back to slangin' llello on they bitch ass
Cousin
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