Lyrics:
Risqué lil' hoes keep tryin', by the end of the day my M's gettin' wired
My own rims for every time we tried
I'm sensei and senseless, same time
Two
Chorus:
Here's a lil'story bout some niccas like we
Never should have been let out the elemantary
Dolla Boy and I would like to say
That I
with me
Now I wanna see you get your hands up
Shorty wanna shake it for me
Ladies if you with me, get your hands up
Shake it, shake it, shake it for
the beat boy
Shoot out the street lights
Time to bring on the heat boy
If you ain't really wit it
Then you better get back
I open yo' chest
And make it
But if they killin' me, I'll get my stripes and whose to tell
Choosin' to sell, I'd rather die and be deceased
World mob figure addicted to these
you just believe)
Yeah
I put careers on shelves like Amazon distribution center help
Really hate to call lil' broski for the dirty work, I'd rather
at the crib-o
Shout goes out to Niko, J and Chubbs, shouts to Gibbo
We got Santa Margherita by the liter
She know even if I'm fuckin' with her, I don't really
on the chair
And I'm hittin' her bare, panda
Beat her back in my only agenda
I just flew the lil' swoop from Atlanta
Yeah, I rap, but I'm really a scammer
nobody to ride with me
Baby, I just wanna know if you gon' ride or die for me
Baby, I been in my feelings back, so I been thinkin' back
You a really raw
a fake ass
Shorty get your bag, getcha-getcha-getcha bag
A lil' bitch mad, 'cause you're switchin', flippin' tags
And I can tell you boujee by
dreams of Caprices
Drove by the teachers, even more by polices
How'd he get the cash? The day his father passed away
Left him with a lil' somethin',
dance like a muhfucking dance machine
Taking her ass to the beat for me
Nigga ain't spending more money than a lil bit
But I really love that shit, I
aunt's cribs
And borrow a damn dress and one of her blond wigs (can I borrow this?)
Tell her you need a place to stay, you'll be safe for days
If you
by a scale and everybody know it (know it)
I hate it when a pretty girl start snoring (stop that shit)
Lookin' in the mirror like, "you a lucky man"
[Big Gipp talking]
Hello what's happening world?
Yo this Big Gipp I've been called down
By Lil' Jon & The Eastside Boyz
To tell you what's really
a forklift
But you know my heart beat that New York shit
Fuck liftin' weights all I smoke is strong
Put a towel by the door
Cover the smoke alarm (Mr weedman)
The ice ain't really nothing to her
And I ain't frontin for her
She know just what it is
And I got mad love to give
You my ni
Like sweet morning dawn l
aunt's cribs
And borrow a damn dress and one of her blond wigs (can I borrow this?)
Tell her you need a place to stay, you'll be safe for days
If you
I'mma die by the trigger
Die by the trigger, Die by the trigger, Die by the trigger
Now yall gon miss me (If I let lil woedee kill me)
Now yall gon miss
competitive, let's see who move the most
I gave my niggas game before they do the roast
Now let's talk about numbers, I really do 'em both
I still got two
A man, a man, a ma-a-a-an
A man, a man, a ma-a-a-an
I don't know who you think I am (I am)
But I really don't give a damn right now
If you don't come
Yeah, all these drugs hit right in my system (hey, no way)
Yeah, I just put the matte black by the pistol, yeah (hey)
Me and twin really did it, 'bout
but it's alright
Forget the trials and tribulations you been through in your life
Come to me runnin' trust me baby I make it right
You with me lil
excuses
Bleedin' on the inside, cryin' on the out
It's only one girl really knows what she about
Her name is lil' Stacy and they become friends
Promise
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