Lyrics:
what I'm saying?
So answer my question (Durk)
Is you riding for the case you know? (For the case you know)
Is you dying by the case, you know? (Is
toe straps, but sg talk to em!
[Sean Garrett]
I gotta whole bunch of girls I'm tryin' to bring by their kryptonite,
Betta wear your cake, cause
Soulja Boy
Pulling up in my new toy
Shoot my shot, Brandon Roy
AND I
Cannot slow down my grind
I'm one of a kind
Tell me what's on your mind
This, is,
Why would you gamble and know we the dealer?
Bitch i'm a big wolf no thriller
Bachir Wade you won't find no one realer
Cause any situation i never give
to pass by
Looking for her in the day with a flashlight that type
That's until I got my cash right
You should have seen your boy last night, that's right
want to come kick it with you
You'll be my American boy
Tell 'em wah gwan, blud!
Who killing them in the UK?
Everybody gonna say "You, K!"
want to come kick it with you
You'll be my American boy
Tell 'em wah gwan, blud!
Who killing them in the UK?
Everybody gonna say "You, K!"
wanna of them boyz that ain't never been fucked over
I'm bout to change that, send that boy to tha Nolia
Put a pistol in his face, make em' empty out his
boys, they might shoot back at the red dawgs (oh)
I tell 'em plot plans, strategize, organize (yeah)
Immobilize a secret army and stay unified
How we
blew
Five shots changed my whole life, throats were slit
Niggas die by my orders when I wrote this shit
Though we go back like wild knights at Latin
on the streets, yo boy was reckless
(Reckless)
I'm makin' classics without any effort
(Effort)
Hadda little jail sentence, dumbass shit from a chick that still
patterned
To be fair we don't go Hatton
We don't tell lies
I think the kids call it no cappin'
The boys rough but the flows satin
I J Hus'tle and I
talk because I live it
Any chick fuckin with me, believe me that's a privelege
I won't be satisfied, till all my niggaz get it
See you hit it then I hit
'm gonna shoot by the way
I said it's on by the way, I'm in the zone by the way
And you can call me Mr. Get 'Em Gone by the way
I did it by the way, I was
brought all the boys to the yard
And that's right, I'm the one that's tattooed on his arm
I'm bossy
I'm the bitch y'all love to hate
I'm the chick
brought all the boys to the yard
And that's right, I'm the one that's tattooed on his arm
I'm bossy
I'm the bitch y'all love to hate
I'm the chick
Played his life and I did take it
Like Soulja Boy and I did Craig
Leave him high, spit a lot, pill takin
Thirty in the clip, turn the car back round, I
Now my main wifey, dead as shady chicks,
Official Lost Boyz since the year of '86
And fuck these crooked niggas I could kill 'em with a passion
At times
Back to back I got my shawty’s asking where I’m at
Plug just hit me up like boy you got them goddam slaps
I got all my souljas in the building yeah
handsome
These white women say that they want me
They say that I'm country but I'm number one in the country
It's no need to tell me, I know you lil
Listen, Wiley
I told them youts I'm gone again
See the Devil ain't working
No more no more "vroom my long again"
And if I smell any fire in
but they talk rude
Them chicks in Paris France, now they know what to do
Them chicks in Berlin, they say they want a playa too
I got the chicks in
a pound of purp got the boy still smokin, two days roll and the boy still goin
Gucci throwin bricks its like he usin a backboard
Shawty want the deuces, I
I'm lit right?
6's on the candy Range just so I can sit right
Hotter if ya chick nice, I can triple his price
On the black card, got 'em hating,
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