Lyrics:
shoot
All i know that weezy ain't never scared
Bust a lotta buck shot in your head
Later bach it man down him there dead
Now we must relaaax
So go - they
more,
Hear my gal call me and I got to go.
Step it up and go-Yeah, man.
Can't stand pat, swear you gotta step it up and go.
sneak away honey
Take this dance outside
Where Cicadas gonna sing their south love song
Been singing it to nobody for too long
You're a
Footloose gal
I'm
I pop me some ex I don't want no more sex shawty giving me neck by da sec while I'm speeding
Don't spit it out shawty tell me of course
I look
pretend
They love me
I know they won't say they do
You know their man feel a way
You tell by the way they move
Couple gal left me for Hardz
'Cause
G stays by my side
she’s always down to ride
and you’ll never need another man to hold you
na na
coz you never turned your back on me
and i when i
on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man they call
the rest of my album
Never has there been such finesse and nostalgia
Man, Cash, I don't mean to mess with your gal, but
Jessica Alba put her breasts on my
the rest of my album
Never has there been such finesse and nostalgia
Man, Cash, I don't mean to mess with your gal, but
Jessica Alba put her breasts on my
the rest of my album
Never has there been such finesse and nostalgia
Man, Cash, I don't mean to mess with your gal, but
Jessica Alba put her breasts on my
more,
Hear my gal call me and I got to go.
Step it up and go-Yeah, man.
Can't stand pat, swear you gotta step it up and go.
the gal then we coachin'
Man, you gettin' owned by me, them boys dead, they don't know my G
Bustin' a jog in the old Nikes and a girl comin' to us like
slingin' this white shit
S.S., Monte Carlo's, hard-tops, we love that shit
'Bout two-hundred thugs with this clique
We multiply everyday for the bullshit
you can take a look at this invention
Now peep these, I got some more in my jacket
[Man, what are these, condoms?] Uh uh: sex packets
It's like
These things just took over me
Just took over my whole body
So I can't even see no more
I'm calling my black woman a bitch
I'm calling my peoples
a man (Hey, hey honey)
Ninety-nine and ninety-nine makes one
Hundred and ninety-eight
That's more years, pretty mama
Than you can figure up on your slate
Bronx Style Bob is in the house, what you wanna do? (Party!)
Hen-Gee is in the house, what you wanna do, homeboy? (Party!)
My man Shaquel is in
me number one
Yep that’s another one
Now give the drummer some
Tell every mother’s son expression can be far
More powerful than a hundred guns
See my
You don't know who you f***ing with
Ain't no democrat, and by far I'm no republican
This the type of talk that'll probably piss off my publicist
several times
Well there are a lot of other things just like this
I held one hundred twenty five wild horses
And put saddles and bridles on more than that
to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
Man I pull up in your city and get my Bush
max 98s no funny man kicks
step out clean for da gal no funny man drip
Diamonds they be shinning, shit be dripping off me
big smoke in the morning,
LOAD
YARD MAN STYLE YEAH SHE DONE KNOW
MORE ACTION THAN A GUN SHOW
MORE LOVE THAN A HEART BEAT
THE WAY YOU DWEET MEK MI WAAN DWEET
CINDERELLA WITH
Round the corner, Sally!
Round the corner by 'n' by.Round the corner, Sally!
Sally Brown she's the gal for me.Round the corner, Sally!
She's waitin there
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