Lyrics:
bird on it, my team gon' blow
Nigga, I put my word on it, my team shoots well
That's if I had a curve on it, no standin in line (who, me?)
My coat got
getto, stay wit' the best,
From the east and the west, now what?
Now, every way I pass,
They wanna see the big booty,
Mamma tap me some ass,
the party jumpin'
Bartender, bring me something
Yeah, water boy, keep it coming
Yeah, out the sprinkler like a Nelly video
All blaze one, this is rap
beat my bodies by like three by four
Most times them hotties be some thotties tryna play me like a DVD
I call em out like BBD
OH NOW YOU KNOW
If shawty
Cause they trippin’ c’mon get wit me
Bump bump, how can I say this?
Corplantations spreading that matrix
Pity pity, flock to these cities
Seem to forgot,
Everybody wants the hero
Who just wants the man?
Who fights with his devils
And does the best he can
Everybody wants a playa
I just want to be
run by your address for me
151 Shenedoah, Shenendoah
Ma'am where inside the house are you
(Oh my god)
Ma'am where inside the house are you
In my
I may be a fire-fly
Catch the first train flying by
With my wits on fire
Send my legs to work it out
Send my feet to fall about
With the first
and sniffers
Take me for example, least I made it
You think nigga's in the hood should appreciate it
By time it's happy birthday its gon' be belated
Fucked up when the dope age
It remind me when these rappers drop duds and they quotes change
Had the part wit the low fade
I would stand in front
as fuck, I make you ask what was it
Boy you should have known by now, Eazy does it
(Wait a minute, wait a minute, who does it)
Motherfucking Eazy does it
gutta baby who ain't scared to put it down for me,
See this the remix shawty ima keep the cash coming,
Don't guess who played the track and fast
promotion
Blogs will post anything besides who's posting
Hold up
Where the za at need to roll up
I need some drank need to pour up
Going Danny phantom
I know you heard the terms chicks are like cars,
Well I treat bitches like drinks,
When I step in the club and by out tha bar,
So let me quench
to bless me
Wit a ill ass flow and sick ass dough
Where it don't make no sense that hundreds and cents and
Thousands of dollars ice freezes my collar
legs cutoff
And as for your man, don't you ever in your mutherfuckin' life
Know when I gotta gun come at me wit' a knife?
And forgettin' you ever saw
and a motherfuckin' fifth
Is you wit me locc?
What's mine is yours and what's yours is mines
When I'm in Houston you be treatin' me fine
I scoop you up in
fling that bitch from your fingertips
Hope it lands on another rap singers lips who can't think of shit
Anything of wit, that's interesting to spit
Yo,
Lot of pain, we endured chalk it up to our youth
Lot of strains in my blunt to help me cope in the booth
Never changed, words from Marr Im glad he
pulled out his money, i'm pullin out that honey,
he stuff it in his stem* soon as he took it from me,
yellow teeth chaffed lips and his nose is runny,
ya'll
It's unique ya'll
A-yo praise the master, make plans wit' your pastor
My rap'll blast ya, send you to the hereafter
I push a tractor, for
against anybody who hated
I'm underrated, don't fit on nobody's playlist
If I ain't in your top ten then you a racist
Cocaine ether creates a strange
Ooowww....o yea, o yea, o yea...
Not fucking wit me...o yea
Code black, ...o yea...
bombshell , bomb threat .. yea
Ya I'm chillin in the cut like
move around wit them pounds and berreta's
Yea faggot, if I want it I'm gon' have it
Regardless if it's handed to me or I gotta grab it
Don't make
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