Lyrics:
(Hit-Boy)
Uh, uh
It gon' take a lil' while, uh
Like what happen?
Mmm, ayy, ayy, ayy-ayy-ayy
Lil' bitch ain't as freaky as she used to be
Nah,
you ride that motherfucker
And you be lucky enough to get away, in the grave
What can I do, what can I say, I tried to get paid
But I got grazed,
You know?
(Mano)
Or do you?
(Hitmaka)
Uh, lil' bitch
(OG Parker)
Give no fucks 'bout no status
My lil' baby, you can't touch it
Talkin'
Ima lil boy from the west coast
Got a lil feeling I'm next
Oh yeah that's facts I'm past these rats
Too focused on getting by
You ain't really living
say, he said
Vato, you won't believe what I saw
I saw this pack of guys and they act real hard (and what they do?)
They twist their fingers, say,
Hustle Gang
Remix! F.D.B!
West Side, Bankhead, that's where I'm from
Everything y'all did, it been done
My Tru game and my shoe game
You can't touch
over, shake that lil' ass in the mirror, like
Goddamn, what a nigga gotta do for your number?
Shawty came through with that head so good
I said fuck
much cash
I bought a new Lac and put it on chrome, without touching my stash
Like Lil Flip I can do that, Excursion candy blue tha?
Twenty two that,
of the pussy with a gangster lean (pop-pop that)
If you pull up and a nigga talkin' tough, better freak like me, yeah (pop-pop that)
Freaky bitch, I do this,
come correct
Usher lemme school you, What to do & not to
Leave this trick for boos who who won' stay true
Purple afro puffs thats me, rockin ya TV
when the occasion is risen to by champions,
you know what I'm sayin'?
Let this speak for itself and handle me accordingly.
When you see me nigga, it
on back
Inside the livin' room, oh, ah ah
I been doin' right knowin' you
Do right by your child (Oh, God)
I say I trust you, so don't get BaBa
Self made
do dirt and you tell
We gon’ put you under dirt
He was a good person
He was down to earth but now he down to earth
Chillin' with the worms
(no)
You know we clutchin' (you know we clutchin')
I stand firm on what my gang do (blrrrd)
Ain't no nigga gon' do nothin' (ain't no nigga gon' do
Ah yeah, Hypnotize Minds, wassup Lil' Wyte, featuring Juvenile
Crash the mothafuckin' club, the remix
And it's goin' down for you hoes like this
Let you know something about me
I'm a Southern boy! Know
What I'm talking about?
I remember all the days stuck in December
Caught in the rain, all
on the K, hundred
Niggas on the way, ayy
If you get wrong
It's your tongue that I'm gon' get
(Better watch what you say, nigga)
I'm a dog, you the bone that
Celebratin' if you runnin' with me 'cause we get this bread a lot
La mamá, put it in your mouth like so
The latino, what you doin'? On your mark, set, go
fold, I could still go back to my hood (Lil Mexico)
But I never left the hood, I still be in the hood (yeah)
I be stuffing pound bags like canned goods
to wait 'cause I really do kill this shit
Stacks on deck, and baby you know the song,
So sing along, c'mon...
[Verse 1: Trey Songz]
Shawty what it is
lean like I'm Clark
Copping a Wraith then I throw it in park
You niggas from Mars, you ain't got no heart
I know lil one gon come with that A and that
mention, I name a few
Make me wanna give it all to a real one, what you doing to me?
It's got me running right back to you
Like I'm chasing shooting
C-gutta, Roc-A-Fella, 400s and better (uh, uh)
Lil' Cease push threes with five in his eyes
Knocking "Not Gon' Cry" by Mary Blige
I die for my niggas
For sure, lil' one
I know what you're goin' through to shine
Niggas pullin' off all type of shit
But, look: if you don't know what you're doin'
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