Lyrics:
Bring in Blowjob Betty
Now we got it poppin' low
Hit then I stop and go
Film it record it
in high definition though
I got my dick by your ear
Do you
back
Love your potential but sadly you don't be seeing the half
For the thrill Mike Jack one life to live I'm coming back
Taking advantage Imma do damage
on the road got ya hoe grub it
She a lil freak she petite I love it
Way she bring the sack back nigga gotta luv it
Ass so fat stoop down gotta hug it
Ima flush
light
On chrome drop top candy red type
Four fifty four nigga want better bring it home
(fresh off vacation all this hate got me paranoid)
Yeah better
bumpin' screw music
With Big Mike and Scarface with Luke Loop
Me and lil' Crook like Bo and Luke Duke
When I'm in Miami I go to scoop Luke
To see
back (blocka!)!
[Hook: Frank Calhoune & Mike Rich]
This what I be (what I be); what I be (what I be).
What I be; big dope celebrity.
This what I be
Ooh, ooh, yeah
BEAM
Heavens to Betsy
Hell's bells and all that
I'm happy as Larry
I'm Mike Lowry, nigga
Muddy, muddy beats
I'm happy about this one,
of some wise guys wanna know sum well teach you how birds fly
Show you how gats cry trap or ya fucking die hit it wid da soda
Bring it back wid sum fia fia
time
Get back at the ones who took me by surprise
Man, I
Pulled the knives out my back and then I made a mirror
Looked inside and asked how, what, where,
a flick
I'm the girl your mama warned
You about at night
Ask Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky and Mike
I'm that candy girl
I got da suga for your sweet toothe
Comin in
Everybody knows
Pit's got tight raps
When I'm in the club
DJs bring it back
With no questions asked
But the number one question is
"Does he got cash?"
Lil
Everybody knows
Pit's got tight raps
When I'm in the club
DJs bring it back
With no questions asked
But the number one question is
"Does he got cash?"
Lil
Pasta Rhymes vedo che ti piace assai
Master Chef con asta e mike la tua pancia va in stand-by
If there's one thing that makes hip hop music unique
There's
back home for buns
With my mum and her mates, watching re-runs
By day I sells draw with my mates you see
But at night I likes to watch romantic comedy
I
know you right (ah shit, ah shit)
Never bring a knife to gun fight unless it's on one
Machete on the K, I'm Mike Myers in a snow storm
Show these
[wyclef talking:]
Yo to my people doing time, xzibit, juvenile, y'all need to
Nature, ja rule, reptile come on
Bring the heat.
[xzibit]
Look,
And fucking grabbed her by the chin
Then started laughing Ho ho ho!
Stuck a candy cane in my bullet hole
My kid was screaming and crying
Her daddy was dying
have our best laughs about you behind your back.
We the best
But we invite you to keep trying.
You eat the candy from the candyman
We’ll eat
but
I had to come in the booth with
Killer Mike because I’m with him
You know what I’m sayin’
Back on the track, New York City, we stoppin’
No time, I
Played the game love start
Fucked it up restart
Her brown eyes hits my heart
Lost mental cuz we apart
Candy gummies go carts
Late nights civic
Two bitches fightin' over me, call me Mike Vick
New pendent flex my jewelry, been did it, this ain't new to me
Call up wodie for that foolery, bring
shorts,
I do some water sports,
Then I take the jellyfish back to my house
And stick it in the bed! "sorta..."
Ike & mike:
"whaddya do? "
Stick it again in
Gotta bring it back
Gotta bring it back
Gotta bring it back
Gotta bring it back
Bring it back to the love
Bring it back to the love
Gotta bring it
Since back in the days, we been the major crew,
Hilltop Hoods working the mike,
Hilltop Hoods Working the mike,
x2
Who's fucking with me, Suffa
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