Lyrics:
to the neck (to the neck)
The money feel better than sex, oh
Yeah, let's get to it
If crime pays, I'ma do it
Remember them days I was slidin' in the Buick
to be responsible
For every single action
You knew me back then
When your boy started rapping
Memory foam
Making love on the mattress
The taste on your
(D-Roc)]
Here we come so fuck the whole flow
Ying Yang Twins kicking in your door
Everybody better hit the floor
Give me the weed and out you'll go
Bad
off what? I ain't seen the horse
Called your bluff, better cite the source
Fame ain't somethin' that I need no more
'Cause, bitch, I said what I
the present.
We do hereby declare reality unkempt by the changing standards of dialogue.
Statements, such as, "keep it real", especially when punctuating
Y'all pussy nigga better get right
Cause ill put that forty glock in your life
Pop my shit Pop my shit Pop my shit Pop my shit Pop my shit Pop my shit
and avoid it if you want to be dead
Even low blows go over your head
Never get the bag or the gattling gun
End up bad like old bubblegum
Blownin' up,
Fingers Do The Step You Can Do It All By Yourself
[Verse 1:]
Baby Girl
Whats Your Name
Let Me Talk To You
Let Me Buy You A Drink
I'm T-Pain, You Know Me
better move your kids
Sucka tell Tony
Don't you fuck me you little monkey
Irv, whatchu talkin' jackass
You fuckin' little donkey
You lied to Suge,
is your day homey, now it's time to shine
If a player's only trickin', you can wine and dine
Stress free from the drama, better go get your ticket
to say
I can see the fear in your face
as I reach my waist for this warm embrace
[Chorus]
I got plenty love for the 4-4
But when I pick it up, I
and your kids
Everybody finna get it for the shit that you did
So when I get to your crib, better come out swingin
Cause the devil ain't even ready for this
the cool in you
Or it'll be a sad love song being sung by Toni Braxton
And I'll dissect you like a fraction
All you wannabe top cat MCs, I'll pop you like
Stepping on necks in Louboutin pumps
Gotta love women who know what they want (Yuh, yuh)
Bitches be hating with split ends
I don't wanna fuck with your
Though you got plans to be him
Pay homage if by chance you meet him
In his pants pocket, your advance in pedium
It's the undisputed champ, being
For
me)
I might end up at your
House and I'm reclinin’ (Reclinin’)
I scored a big bag and we spent that up
You so in love, I thought you had enough
I popped
Barbie dressed in Bulgari
I'm tryin to leave in somebody's Ferrari
Spread love that's what a real ma do
Keep it gangsta look out for her people (For her
fight
I don't want curb your life run
Run mother fucker better run from me
Back now for the city with the cutlery
Bow down if you never had no love for me
out
Or do this like punks and punk it out
Pull your strap on me, nigga, you better kill me!
Thug life, baby. Thug Luv
I'll probably be punished
the queso
Eso eso
Spend up all the peso
And she blowing me the beso
And a hug
Thugga Thug
Show no love if your not rockin
Bitch I take off
Houston Rocket
Out
off what? I ain't seen the horse
Called your bluff, better cite the source
Fame ain't somethin' that I need no more
'Cause, bitch, I said what I
know me from that block where we move them rocks)
(You better make it fast, watch your ass, or get pursued by cops)
You don't know what its like up
up in your watch house
Snatch up all your rocks out
Then throw your box out
Ya motherfuckers better watch out
[Eve]
Yo, let's talk about fake
a vampire
Slicing these yams till my hands pop (Err)
I'm making bands off a laptop
Drop your location and gang pop
They tryna copy the wave (Wave)
We
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