Lyrics:
C'mon an shake a-yo' boogie
Because yo' boogie alright wit' me
You know, me an my baby
Don't do nothin' but fuss an fight
I said, 'Look-a-here,
Buckshot
Riding Shotty
I got blood all on my belt
I send shots
Like I'm Gotti
Pussy boy best pace ya self
I feel like Clyde
I'm with Bonnie
She gon
'bout things but not actually doing the things
'Cause all you people are vampires
And all your stories are stale
And though you pretend to stand by
need any help?) (Do ya need any help?)
Well, I can handle this job all by myself
Well, she calls me her "little piggy-wiggy"
And I call her my
(yea)
[Snoop]
Fuck that man, the game is to be sold, not to be told, first things first
I'm a gangsta, nigga, so I'ma roll
Ya got to get bout it
6-pack de Modelo's
Ve juntando ese menudo
Pa comprar el traje de bombero
Ya que cuando suelto rimas
No quemo yo te incinero
Frío con los peloteros
Y ya ni
to being fair to show a mighty that
La Di Da Di wanted Gotti and although depended on the body and
Who I know was gonna runaway, am I to live to serve
Y si no te gusta, ya otro
I'm 'bout to play para mí
Do what I want, don't need a thing
Boss, but you know what I be
Classy (bad), but still
call my phone and don't answer
Bad Bunny ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-by
Ahora me llama
Diciendo que le hago falta en su cama
Sabiendo que eso conmigo no va, ya
scat, to being fair to show a mighty that
La Di Da Di wanted Gotti and although depended on the body and
Who I know was gonna runaway, am I to live
in your life
Can you ever get with this
(DJ Paul)
Hey yo kemosabe
I got hoes smokin' weed up in the lobby
Cocaine fills my body, like gotti
Hotty
think about the things that we do
Yo
Ah, girl, why you talking to him? (Huh?)
He ain't gon' bite, so you barking again
You got better shots but you
your 8x10, your agent, your Harley
You'll be driving around Hollywood, yo, sorry Charlie
'Cause I'm running things like some mack motherfucker
You'll
Order, huh
Yo, we at war
We at war with terrorism, racism, but most of all we at war with ourselves
(Jesus walks)
God show me the way because
bop, a Jay-Z boycott
Cause he said that he never prayed to God, he prayed to Gotti
I'm thinking godly, God guard me from the ungodly
But by my 30th
let me see everybody do this
Hey! Let's go! (Hey)
Snap ya fingers, do ya step
You can do it all by yo' self
Let me see you do it (ayy)
Let me see
noise)
Yeah! (Where you get that thang, man?) (By my side)
When you do somethin' to somebody, um (By my side)
It ain't just you, it's somebody next
Weezy F, fuck hoes
It's truck the world
It's truck yo girl
It's Trukfit by the truck load, biatch
Don't stop, pop that, don't stop
Pop that pop
it out
Talk it out
Talk things out, begin to pray, ya'll
This unit is the only way
Created by God, the Father of all
Who gave each entity a different
sé, porque nadie como yo va a nacer
Bebé es que andas medio volada
Aunque te perdone estás acostumbrada
Pero eso se acabo ya
Dime si hubo
was to do all the things that you do
I know you want a man but you should understand
JC ain't D just be his fan
You're not this fine you're out
thing together
I want you to stand on up, now I got somethin' to tell ya'
I told ya' how to think about it, now I want to tell how to get the thing
to walk away from
I say
I need to get away from ya
I need to walk away from ya
Get away, walk away, walk away
Only thing I need to do is walk away
dah dah dee dah.
(By ya dah)
(Woo ahh)
Dah dee dah, dah dah dah dee dah.
Dah dee dah, dah dah dah dee dah.
(Uh)
Sexy thing,
I can do
.jpg/300px-The_Real_Thing_(1972).jpg "The Real Thing")
_ "Every Little Thing")
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