Lyrics:
Let me buy a couple tickets to Paris, and disappear wit u
Wit u
Wit u
Wit Wit Wit u
Wit Wit Wit Wit Wit u
(Nebus)
Wit u
Wit u
Wit Wit Wit u
Wit Wit
All brown paper bag (Uh-oh)
All brown paper bag (Uh-oh)
All brown all brown
Fi-fi-fill (Ha ha) it up wit' more
All brown paper bag
Fill it
cold dead in de market
Stone-cold dead in de market
I lie cold dead in de market
She killed nobody but her husband
I lick him wit' thee pot
wit' myself, or ballin' wit' my crew
The skies is lookin' cloudy or Bahama water blue
I got that money on my mind, so tell me what it do
And if you
I had to pull up wit my flock
So we crackin’
I had to walk wit a walk
So we stackin’
I had to pull up wit my talk
So we rappin’
I had to walk wit
everythin' you say to me
(This is goin' out to all the shorties around the world)
Never knew it could be so wicked, hopin' that you stay wit' me
Search
Run wit me
Gun wit me
Stun wit me babee
Love wit me
Move wit me
Flood wit me babee
Talk wit me
Walk wit me
Don't be down on a nigga
Cuz that's what
boogie
C'mon, shake a-yo' boogie
Because your boogie's alright wit' me, yeah
I'm goin' to buy me a dog
On a wired nose
I even kill a man
About my
Slow ya roll homie
Smokin' that gas I fuck wit' it
Smoke a lil' ass I don't fuck wit' it
Smokin' that grass fuck wit' it
Smellin' like pine cones in
(do-ooh-ooh)
これも特別なんだって
今夜
Let's get started, step into a new world
(Ooh-ooh-ooh)
Come wit it, bounce wit it
Dance wit it for you
I wanna be your 生涯
Shopping sprees at the mall
Who wit' me?
Who? Who?
Who wit' me?
Who? Who?
Mink coats, rabbit furs
Anything that she prefers
Who wit' me?
Who? Who?
go ahead)
Wit' yo' bad self
(Go ahead Daddy, go ahead)
Wit' yo' bad
(Go ahead Daddy, go ahead)
Wit' yo' bad self
(Go ahead Daddy, go ahead)
[T.I.]
hey wut it is pimpin, Slim Thug n T.I.P. doing it B.I.G wit B.I.G (ye a ye yea..) yall understand wut im sayin (heyy..) PSC pimpin, yall
(Erick Sermon)
What's up wit that homegirl why you frontin
My raggamuffin c'mon help me wit somethin
You like me I can tell by your
I might jump up out the window wit it
Yeah
What y'all niggas want
Street shit Memph Bleek shit Ja rule shit
You heard nigga
It's all real in the field nigga
Niggas live wit it
They say Mollo, boy you the hardest wit it
Lean wit it (Rock wit it)
Lean wit it (Rock wit it)
Lean wit it (Rock wit it)
Lean wit it (Rock wit it)
Lean wit it (Rock wit it)
Lean wit it (Rock
We rollin, smokin, we sippin
All my dawgs, wit the business
Hey what it is pimpin', Slim Thug 'n' T.I.P.
Doing it B.I.G wit' B.I.G (ye a ye yea)
Y'all understand wut im sayin (hey)
P.S.C. pimpin', y'all
I hang wit pullers of automatic triggers and gold diggers
My mob?s full of go getters go live or die by the cold niggas
Wit drama bringers ear
Lean wit it (Rock wit it)
Lean wit it (Rock wit it)
Lean wit it (Rock wit it)
Lean wit it (Rock wit it)
Lean wit it (Rock wit it)
Lean wit it (Rock
Still wanna connect wit you
Still wanna connect wit you
Wanna break bread wit you
Wanna run and get checks wit you
Still wanna connect wit you
Still
bricks?
Nah, I don't catch those, keep it ghetto
Stayin' wit' the best hoes, on the east and the west coast
What?
[Da Brat]
Now, e'where I pass
They
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