Lyrics:
Oops, I got up inside of your dirty, dirty mind
Oops, I got up inside of your dirty, dirty mind
Don't ya love it?
Don't ya love it, yeah?
Gotta
you in the dark or should I
Kiss you by the candle light
Should l lick ya
Turn ya on
Should I squeeze ya
Hear ya moan
Have ya screamin
Give me more
From
looking at my resume
Feeling real fresh today
They rewrite history I don’t
Believe in yesterday
What’s a black Beatle anyway, a fucking roach
I guess that's
you
She ready!
Hey, there boo, what they do
The Pastor, after me, there'll be three
Two that ain't there, and one you can't see
It's just me, the PT
pass them shit's
While BIG fuck your bitch, uhh, uhh
While your nigga take flicks
Uhh, yeah, Junior MAFIA clique
One two y'all, you know I rock ya
Step
like a pickle, I'm still gettin' paid
I get laid by the ladies, ya know I'm in charge,
Both how I'm livin' and my nose is large
I get stupid, I shoot
able to control this?
I know some fok' that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard the explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane
the realness
Put ya motherfucking choppers up if ya feel this
(Bust one) Now bust one (gun shot) Not just one (two gun shots)
And if ya want some get some, I
the gas, do the dash
Lambo stay so fly
Shit I can’t even lie
2 seat Lambo it’s just me and the money
Looking like a bankroll clothes from out the country
Off
I WANT YA HAND’S UP HIGH STEP BACK CLAP ONE TIME
HAND’S UP HIGH STEP BACK CLAP TWO TIMES
TURN TO YA LEFT THEN BREAK IT DOWN FOR ME NOW
TURN TO YA
have to show ya
2 wrongs don't make it right
Know the sweet things and the good things in life
Will hold you back sometimes
So I've been bouncing
cars while you took bikes
And on a good night, I get ya whole hood sniped
[Verse 2]
Hey yo, what it look like
You got crack what it cook like
You
Mi kno mi way fi move by when mi cocki pon ya back
I do over spend
Once I pick 1 one you cop 2 then your ends it flip gain' & again
Oh, why lie bout
Fuck the talkin', I just want the acky
I'm the drank God, bitch say "amen"
I be countin' chicken that's
Two hundred strong
Bitch I'm everything that I
getting to bragging
Something massive fans i move by the masses
Real talk when the lights off Im ya nightmare
Bitch Im on ya ass like new jeans a tight pair
Curtis Jackson known for creatin' action
By rapidly clappin' nigga I stay strapped
So much I nickname gats
Got a tech I call Tina, a nine I name Nina
Two
Wifey & I getting high
Watching time fly,
Listening to BIGS, Ready 2 Die,
Blessed by the Heavens
Yet there's still Hell in my eye's,
These are desperate
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I'll, I'll be the shooter, I'll, I'll be the shooter
I'll, I'll use the pump, the taurus or the ruger
I'll pop somethin through ya
De pasada, que no a pasado nada, Pt.1
Sin tanto visaje mi pana
Me gusta el ruido, mezclado con sustancias
Una vida lenta sin preocuparse
Ellos te
De pasada, que no a pasado nada Pt.1
Sin tanto visaje mi pana
Me gusta el ruido, mezclado con sustancias
Una vida lenta sin preocuparse
Ellos te
And a poom-poom, just shake ya rump
Check baby check baby one two three four
Check baby check baby one two three
Check baby check baby one two
Check baby check
ready to retire for sure, ya not see it
I'm from the 70's, I'm down by law, ya not see it
We passed fliers door to door, ya not see it
Popularity's
ya ya
lookatvins ya ya
lookatvins ya ya
@lookatvins
@lookatvins @lookatvins
lookatvin ya ya
I go by the name of V.I.N.S
날 몰랐었다면 소개할게
여전히 난 힙합해 man
가끔
(make ya scream out)
Some people really are (still)
Still dreaming (st-still dreamin')
(O-o-o-o-one two one two
Some dreams stay dreams some dreams
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