Lyrics:
be aight, (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
'cause me and my clique we don't give a f*** n****.
Trick Daddy, Jim Johnson, Big D, Lil Jon
[Hook:]
Lets
mansion, let my nuts hang
Toting on this choppa, I'm gonna let it bang
Got that brand new red Mustang
Got the elements like my nigga Amy
Tote the chop,
peeping out the few coming outta the back do'
Hang, on the darkside ride,
Pick up your tec and let fly, why?
I, die, by all ah my, unremorsefullest times
frontin' like a - like a
[Lil' Jon]
Well get cho' hands up, get cho' hands up
Stop actin like a bitch and get cho' hands up
Well get cho' hands up, get cho'
divorce, Hollywood divorce
And I'm a start
Yea, and I don't have to go to Hollywood
'Cause Hollywood come through my neighborhood with cameras on
I
and as nuts
Lines are like mom's CAT scans
'Cause they fucking go bananas
Honey, I applaud that ass
Swear to God, man, these broads can't dance
Ma, show
hoes ain't shit to me
They be easy to fuck
I be sliding with all my ice on
But never seen a puck
Them hoes see lil Izzy
They like damn he be clean af
name was not to become what I became with this level of fame
My soul is possessed by this devil
My new name is
Rain Man
Now in the Bible, it says
[Lil' Kim]
Where's all my soul sistas
Lemme hear ya'll flow sistas
Hey sista, go sista, soul sista, flow sista
Hey sista, go sista, soul sista, go
you better be ready
I won't take my time, lil' bitch, you know I'm ready
I want it right now, lil' bitch, you know I'm ready (go! Yeah)
My flag
Gonna be a shot nigga, yeah I said it what nigga buck nigga
Like Lil Jon I don't give a fuck
I give a God damn if I never sell another milla
I take my
know me now
Fuck it, spin a bend
Pop his ass and call it bullseye (Pluto)
Freebandz chain, Kris Jenner
All my lil' niggas nothin' but spinners
well let me see(shawty)
what it might be(shawty)
and whats yo fee(shawty)
for my fantasy(shawty)
now I ain't rich(shawty)
but I spend a lil
the cha-cha
Make you scream pa-pa
You the best, da-da
Now watch mama go up and down dick-to-jaw crazy
Uh, say my name, baby (okay)
Before you nut, I'ma
on me
Bouncin 'round like Lil' Jon thinkin 'bout my dead homies
Watch I hit, need a lick, ain't 'gon get me a brick
I keep on losin shootin dice
loaded on me, let them bullets eat his flesh
Caught that nigga right in traffic
We gon' put him to the test
Fucked that lil' bitch
I squeeze in her pants
and sick
Because I drive like a maniac on the streets
And I don't give fuck 'cause I've got the beats
Got my nuts swingin' from left to right and
Right
way 'cause we superfly
I'm 'bout to raise the prices I swear to God
R-O-C y'all know how we ride
Bangladesh, CyHi, Lil Jon
Let's go (Bangladesh)
the homies with that rock, Jon Bon Jovi
And when I drop, I bet I only see fire emojis (flames)
Lil' brodie, this poetry be for riders only (uh)
Just know
my nuts hang like a cantaloupe
That part nigga that part, know I ball like LeBron niggas better check the stat charts
Hazard gotta smoke herb, I'm
in Patek"
Gave mе cold, steal my flow
Prada, Balenci' on my bitch just
To match my toe (Yеah, let's go)
These police ain't catching shit
Well they
fuck segregation
Fuck that shit, my money up, you niggas just Honey Nut
Young Money running shit and you niggas just runner-ups
I don't feel I done
nuts hang
A chest full of chains, left hand with a pinky ring
I'm in a Steeler cap, Swisher Sweet peel 'em back
My lil' hoodrat, baby got that mini mac
Im bout to let my fuckin nuts hang (right on brother)
Donughts in the mustang (fuckin right on brother)
See how low my chain go (right on brother)
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