Lyrics:
gutter, ghetto girls fall in love with me
"You know him well" "by the name of Jigga"
I'm so gangsta prissy chicks don't wanna fuck with me
"You can love me
eye gable came with higher stakes
You probably wanna get out
Never in the sunken place this ant get out
If she’s moving boujee all entitled tell her get
. biff . . . dush-h-h!
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, youp youp youp youp
Is your wife snoring by the sink?
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, youp youp youp youp
for hours
From the bed to the floor, to the sink to the shower
With her back to the bed and her legs to the sky
I can go hard, know why, big girls
so love-ely
It sound so viciously
When the thump in the trunk go, bump, bump, bump
Everybody put your hands to the motherfucking center
Baby girl
rude in the place with a gun on my waist
He just might pop out slugs
With a straight arm, bullets stomp through your Phat Farm
'Til the animals jump
(I have no legs)
(I have no leg)
(I have no leg)
Come by the party, get zooted, B?
Uh
Look
Good evening
Yeah, uh
When I party in New
on one of you boys
How would you like that, huh?
Get trashbags for you, cause you're garbage
It's your boy Weezy
From Hollygrove I'm still loc'in
I'm
Check it out
What is a panther? A animal that kills
I'm like a shark with blood comin' out the gills
You could never in your wildest dreams
Get
Check it out
What is a panther? A animal that kills
I'm like a shark with blood comin' out the gills
You could never in your wildest dreams
Get
Check it out
What is a panther? A animal that kills
I'm like a shark with blood comin' out the gills
You could never in your wildest dreams
Get
I'm gon' keep provin' (let's go)
It's Weezy F, I got your mama groovin'
Out of all the Hot Boys, she say I'm the coolest
I bought my bag of oranges,
I'm gon' keep provin' (let's go)
It's Weezy F, I got your mama groovin'
Out of all the Hot Boys, she say I'm the coolest
I bought my bag of oranges,
with how I walk (Walk)
I crank that boy in your mom's bed (Bed)
This song is baked, I make that bread (Cha-ching)
Nothing wrong with eating poop (Yum)
we took it all around the world
I got fans in retirement homes, to teenagers, to little bitty boys ans girls
Droppin' lyrical bombs up in ya' hood,
to make sure my people gettin' by
Brunch with some Qatar royals and my cup is all oil
You know it's real when your niggas will take the fall for you
All
The way I play the game you
Think I'm smoked by the chronic
It's the Boy Scout
Stand for LBS from East to West
I'm still gonna bring it to your chest
My
that I've changed
But really too much of me know that I stay the same
Wasn't focused on outcome with this whole album
I tried so hard to find my peace by
featuring Big Tymers, Hot Boys
{Juvenile}
How you love this playboy? This one here bezzled out.
With the Hot Boys and the Tear da
yeah
Even if you take me to your figure 8 oh oh oh , na, na, na
Girl, I know how to figure it out, oh
Always tell my guys make you pray for me, oh
You
it wherever you be residin' at
'Cause I do things from the M-town
To the UK and from Spain back out to Texas
This album's for my fans, but, yo, this
a party
So let's get down
You came with your girls
Just broke up with your boy
No telling what he's doing
It's okay girl I got you now
Step on up we gonna
we've come a long way (look)
Uh (REAS')
Niggas want my old shit (ooh), buy my old album (yeah)
And tell your favorite rappers, "Come see me and peep
A bunch of down home boys and some blue jean girls
Kicking up the dirt and shooting out the lights
Life can be an ol' briar patch
Gotta dance your way
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