Lyrics:
do anything else)
Check it out, baby, we're talking to you
Hear this beat, it's done by me
I do them ill beats, ya know what I'm sayin'?
People
thugs, where ya at?
Hehehe, send cases to the drug dealer
Real thugs, where ya at? You motherfuckin' home
Do it to 'em, do it to 'em
They love the way
all we wanna do is them big things
Checkmate if you trick mate
Out here lookin' for that clickbait
You need to hustle on that computer
I'm a rooster
with the ol-wu-wopte
'Til I got flashed by the paparazzi ('razzi)
Damn, these niggas got me
I hate these niggas more than the Nazi
As I recall, I
y'all) on me (put it on ya, girl)
On me (I'ma put it on ya, girl)
What's love? (got to do, got to do with it, babe)
What's love? It's about us, it's
to do with it, babe)
What's love? It should be about us, it should be about trust, babe
What's love?
Yo, I stroll in the club with my hat down
You bitches actin like you don't care
You bitches actin like you YO
Razor blade toenails cut holes inside tube socks
Golden platinum things
makes a thug
Presidential fire
The same charges Gotti went through
It's mental, them open door trials sent you
White lights, cagey mics, wild press
I'm
down
Just wanna see you touch the ground
Don't be shy, girl, go bananza (hey, girl)
Shake ya body like a belly dancer
Yo, excuse me, beg your
know the Same Gang and my Flava Unit too?"
I said, "You only knew the certain things I wanna do, do you?"
Rub ya down with warm Ice-T
make ya feel Bran
and Impala's
Thugs and them ballers
Ain't nothin' safe
When them things start
Jiga jiga jiga jiga jiga
Look man, keep thinkin' we shook, man
Do 'em like we're
know how we do
Mic check, I walk around the streets with a black TEC-9
By the waistline, kickin' the hype shit
I never claimed to be the best type
understand)
Don't be talkin' about what you gon' do with me (ya understand)
I'll ride everyday of the week (ya understand)
Ya get ya issue when ya
need those
All the things I do for you, oh
Got a private jet for two, oh
Yeah, we taking off or we can land in Rome
Pull away without the roof
All
But you couldn’t tell by the things that we do
The things that we see are so out of sight
We’ll have to see when we turn out the light
Living in
I wanna get you to myself
You and me and nobody else
And do the things we do (come on)
Baby, there is something that I need from you (check it out,
Yea
Check it out, see
The only thing you need to do right here is
Is nod your fucking head
Yeah, yeah
Break ya fucking neck bitches
Yeah, yeah
sticky by the sto'
I rip your hottest MC like eenie mynie moe
Fuck dough I do it for fun, "Juice" like Bishop
"American Pie" nigga, hit your momma like
, and upgrade you
I can (up), can I? (Up), let me, upgrade you?
Partner, let me upgrade you
I can do for you, what Martin did for the people
Ran by the men,
drippin in Dior
Ma i came a long a way from kickin in them doors
Skrillaville baby so you know im money hungry
Aint fuckin with me daily so i do it by my
Talk to me man
This ya boy Young Hova, yo turn the motherfucking noise up
We'll get right into the proceedings this evening
Headphones are
I used to dream about kilos
Bank account used to be negative
Now it's like that thing on reload, do it
I got a new one for ya
I like the way that
man can do
When he loves a woman like I love you
And I love ya, love ya
Love ya, love ya, love ya,
Ooo, eee, I love you
I want to say sweet things
Horsemen attack
The only thing gonna pop is my collar and a gat
Chorus 1 & 2
[Canibus]
Yo, yo, yo
Fuck beggin for ya life, I have you niggas beggin for
.jpg/300px-The_Real_Thing_(1972).jpg "The Real Thing")
_ "Every Little Thing")
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