Lyrics:
grab a nigga by the collar quick.
Whoever having problems with their record sales just holla tip.
If that don't work and all else fails, then turn
C G
I swear not go on tonight
cm. G
Let me passing by
C G
I cannot bring your soul
Eeny meeny miny moe
Catch a nigga by the toe
If he holla, let him go
Eeny meeny miny moe
Eeny meeny miny moe
Catch a nigga by the toe
If he holla
it's a family affair
Candy paint, sweetsa dank, it's a family affair
[Bun B]
Go down to Texas, represented by long lines and G's
Where niggas'll
empala
Don't love'em don't need'em bitch sorry can't holla
verse 4: Lil Wayne
Now tell me what kinda
Nigga got diamonds that'll *bling* blind ya
I'm only
I love to get fly, uh
Gotta get 'em, Ralph Lauren denim
Patches on that ass, my ass a good fitting
1995, I'ma listen to Sublime
Drink that 40
here
I can make it anywhere, yeah they love me everywhere
I used to cop in Harlem, all of my Dominicano's
Right there up on Broadway, pull me back
microphones
And they all wanted back by they peeps
Sleep if you dare, 'cause death catch niggas when they sleep
Beware of the consequences, it's senseless
Yeah, you T P nigga, come on! K L see nigga, come on! Holla!
I done tightened up on my G dog
Wacko outcher flippin' these hoes like see saws
Ya
grill now, protected by the steel now
(B.G.)
Hoes know Lil Duggey (B.G.) ain't right
I fuck you yesterday fucking your best friend tonight
the niggas holla back, tell your girls goodnight..
The way you rockin' that up in this club.
I swear you gon' make a nigga fall in love
The way you
And you're my baby (holla if you hear me)
Oh, oh, oh, you can understand that my love is pain
And how I'm feelin' babe, it's just a woman thing
(It's
help but wonder)
What life would be without (my sweet baby)
And you're my baby (holla if you hear me)
Oh, you can understand that my love is pain
me what you all about
Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse
Pull your G-string down South, aoowww
Threw that back out, in the parking lot
By
in the parking lot
By a Cherokee and a green drop-top
And I don't stop, until I squirt
Jeans skirt butt-naked it all work
Gotta love ma little
Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse
Pull your G-string down South, aoowww
Threw that back out, in the parking lot
By a Cherokee and a green drop-top
so I wrote a jam for you, so you know your boy's feeling that love in the air for you//
Tell em dudes tryna holla, I know some Kunfu//
Ama lay hands
told me
Back in the days didn't have a pot to piss, went to throw it at em
Now I'm balling doing my damn thang, laughing at them dollars
Holla holla
them sheets soaked
Aye
I just dive and I splash
Aye
Dinero stick to the G Code
One ten on the dash
Aye
Smooth nigga real cool nigga
Kick it like
love
And I ain't in no game
Every nigga that role wit me
Betta keep it G'd
Ill put the verdebrate
Push a DDT
Lets get the sippi
Why'all niggas
go)
I know you can get with that, flipping through the city
Bright lights and all my G's is out here rolling wit me (c'mon)
Big trucks, or four deep
don't care though, nigga we just three FLY GUYS
All up in your local mall pickin all your local broads
HOLLA - if you want to get into a local brawl
dance with the devil please G-O-D.
Save me from The Black Parade, release me
My life like Grand Theft Auto PSP
I'm in the Volvo, puffin on the lala
[Lil Wayne]
Holla at me nigga you know it be Weezy "The Don"
I murder easy but hard to kill like Steven Segal
Its paper, pussy, and pistols â?? pass
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