Lyrics:
down like the pavement
Live by the code, keep it true
Anything and everything to get a loot
Nigga think they trill but I'm triller
Nigga think they
dues paid, gimme that
I am limelight, Blueprint, five Mics
Go-Getters rhyme like, should've been signed twice
Most imitated, GRAMMY nominated
Hotel
ol' gooters
A big ol' glass of gin
That's exactly what I need
Sure feels good, gimme another one!
Yeah
Things are startin' to look better y'all
Yeah,
and your crew see wax
So, what's that? A known fact
Battle that the habitat I'm in is deadly
You can get the loot
It all depends on where your head be
Camila in the group (group, group)
Paper up, double pumpin', big with the loot (loot, loot)
It ain't safe, it ain't safe, million cash in a safe
French
When she a pool, slip out the shoes
It be so cool, sit by the pool
Who got the tool? Gimme the tool
If you gon' snooze, then we gon' lose
Shoot
baby push that GT G loot
Now what it do, ya baby show the platinum twos
Ain't playin' wit me homie let the eagle shoot
Now what it do, yeah baby young
GOT TO SEE THE SNOW
AND IT'S CALLING ME BACK HOME
WHERE EVERY WINDOW ON THE STREET
HAS A BIG OLE LIT UP TREE
STRANGERS PASS YOU BY
WITH A TWINKLE IN
not Tito
Have a couple babies, now let her get up
If we prayed and respected by big and the little
Riddle by the stock exchange rockgame
Get
forlorn
Big bang, sharper than a big dick
Hotter than a tunnel of big dreams that think big things
I'm a burn with this little light of mind
and a prime
(Oh, baby do you)
That's right, that's right do yo' thang
Baby, do yo' thang, huh (smokin' up, smokin' up)
Ahaha, yeah, and it don't quit (smokin'
want the zaka
Namela chord ke tshwaretse plug
Mfana Pirara a tsena ditrata
When it comes to the cash
Akenyake mathata
Gimme the loot
We want the loot
by Nature yea yea
Freaky vibration Freaky Vibration yea yea
Drawing attention
She's drawing Attention yea yea
Verse
I can see in her Eyes
That
a plan
We gone have to hustle for the loot
Big body put some muscle on the loot
Rose keep the table with a few
Real ones around you motherfuckers that got
shoot up there nana that bring em to tears
I said fuck the rest bitch to many come close but they never come near
And im doing it, doing it, doing it big
and his pants too little
And his shoes too little
Won't you get with the clique
With the big ass dicks
That make sure your kicks fit
The real shit, true,
a dirty cop saying
That he aint' really come to shoot
Well n***a this a stick up
Gimme' the loot, gimme' the loot
The dirty south, yea n***a
This the boot,
the fuck up, the kid is out with the loot sack
Got a big trey pound, itching just to swoop back
Timb is on the roof with the twelve gauge rifle
Scope is
G's to record wit 'em
Hit the gas get me more engine
This is somethin' that was born in em
No game for a bitch jus' for fit em
I'm in tune gimme
dogs instead of Mike Vick?
What if Arnold would just let Tookie get life?
What if B.I.G. missed the party, what if 'Pac missed the fight?
What if you
Poke out my eyes, man...I can't watch this
Yo, gimme that remote control...I can't watch this
Talkin' bout sick shows
There's America's Funniest
the realest ever, no doubt about that
Big bucks in my pockets, I got a fat stack
Hooked on nicotine, don't do drugs though, fuck crack
Bitch bending over in
down, tapped the blunt out
Grabbed her by her hair, watched blondie love whip my dick out
Spit drippin' down my balls, she slobber me
That's right, suck
thirsty for some person with shines to just walk by
So now that I can see the three-sixty
Now that it's me that's jiggy
The coolie heads, they wanna
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