Lyrics:
Funky Feet(Funky feet)
Funky feet pull up wit' that stupid beat
Orange Camaro
Trick or Treat
Stupid geek (Who da kid)
It's super street
It's
that azz up
Call me Big Daddy when you back that azz up
Hoe, who is you playin wit? Back that azz up
I know you can't stand it, dick bandit
Done
in Miami ('ami)
Wake up with no jammies (nope)
Lobster tail for dinner (uh)
Julio, serve that scampi (Julio)
You got it if you want it, got, got it
Now ladies stand up
Or if you wit' me shake ya titties
Throw your hands up
And all the ballers poppin' bottles throw a grand up
And if you feeling
splashin' and play wit that girl you already know what goin' do
Scrape it out the pot when I cook it
Scrape it out the pot when I cook it
Scrape it out
Made a meal and threw it up on Sunday
I've got a lot of things to learn
Said I would and I'll be leaving one day
Before my heart starts to burn
Ryders), DMX break 'em off
What these bitches want from a nigga?
Break 'em off a lil' somethin'
(And oh yeah by the way, it's the entity)
Ay yo, dawg,
Fucked up Chingy's song
Afro-mother fuckin-man cant stand no mother fuckin Ying-Yang Twins
I think Lil John and the Eastside Boys is an ignorant,
(up), up (up) up bottoms
You know what it is, girl we back up in this thang (thang)
Money stay in my pocket, girl I'm like a walkin' bank (bank)
Tell
Just all you about how you deal wit it you feel me... listen here
[Chorus]
When life seems hopeless
It make a n**** lose focus
Empty beer
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
see
Cut other hoes off cause
Them bitches was creeps
Dreaming to come up or come in my sleep
No matter how far same niggas wit me
Ain't none of you
and Kels on ducati's, want to see you drop it shawty
Oh weee, tryna leave the club, wit a groupie
[Chorus]
[Verse 2 - Nick Cannon]
Ma I'm busy
So I run way the fuck up in 'em
And wrinkle the face like linnin'
I play hardah till they say God
He's keepin' it real jigga stay hard
Lord don't
The only thing that's on my mind
Been dreamin' that you feel it too
I wonder what it's like to be loved by you
Yeah
I wonder what it's like
I wonder
weed
Drive-bys every day
Wonder what's goin' on
Here outside wit my muthafuckin' A.K.
Woah, what I'm gonna do when it's cold outside?
Ha, oh, woah
cloudy wit me
Go get your gun and get rowdy wit me
It's a Holiday dog, mouth big, you could swallow the four
Don't you ask me what I'm robbing you for,
a motor like a banshee
If that's ya man, girl you can forget it
I'm standin by the bar, parrot-toed, bowlegged
I make him wanna hit the bare guts
It ain't
a bottle and it goes around
I'm leaving drunk by 4 a.m.
And watch me jump in the golden Benz
Top down with the pokey rims
Now I'm swerving, so you know I'm
But nigga fuck what you goin through this 2-0
And by tha time I'm 17 if I ain't in tha pin
I'm on a mission wit tha homeboys mashin again
Ridin,
Young Gucci mane got a style so strange
Every word I use don't mean two thangs
It ain't the way its the principle
What kind of student make mo
something's heating up, can I leave with you?"
And then the ladies go
"I don't know what I'm thinking bout, really leaving with you"
Guys sing
It feels
You gotta get up and try, try, try
Ever worried that it might be ruined
And does it make you wanna cry?
When you're out there doing what you're
Since rap got locked right before we visit the 90's
Chef in the kitchen cookin' up wit the crimeys
It's late Fall, dime season
We bought the crib
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