Lyrics:
aye
Baby how you do it like that, oh yeah
Love how ya arching your back, aye
Yo pretty and yo batty fat, oh yeah
I don't wanna play no games tonight
cloth, fuck your rag
One word in your bitch ear, she all in the bag
Give a fuck if that's your broad, she shouldn't be out
We in the club lookin' to put
it, chop it and cook it
See how shit come back round for ya? (Yeah)
Gotta kick in the oven now watch it bubble
And you can knock on my door
But you
going broke again
NBA, never broke again
Never going broke again
Talkin' money but walkin' funny
Is it any reason why ya'll starvin'
I spell boredom by
dick
Playin role games, when my dick swang
I'll be Indiana Bones in the Temple of Poontang
Fuckin that cunt like a maniac
Steamin up my back windows
I wake up and got four or five bitches in the bed
Smokin weed, Drinkin liquor by da keg
I was born an O.G. if yaint heard about me
I put four
Will it stop if I put a hole in that clock with my fist?
The fabric rips, the fabric tears
Flattened by the kick, cut in half by the snare
It’s the bass
gettin' weak
'Cause I'm deep in ya stomach
And it ain't no shame
Hey girl, let's go to the ball game
If you're hungry, I'll feed ya
I got a menu, so let me
Boom by ya badi-da gwan ye
Boom by ya badi-da gwan ye
Disrespect get out of place
Or we gon put you in your place
Disrespect get out of place
Or we
Hustle get the money
Nigga no prob
Stay up in lane and keep ya day job
Sacrifice shit so I can stay on
I work hard just so I can play harder
Got no
heavy metal
I could never stop put the petal 2 da metal
Sum 1 go call me a lawyer cuz i kill da instrumental
Catch me in the guetto i want my money by da
(Twista)
yes yes ya'll
it's the Twista in the house
over another tracks production
normally I would kick somethin about the ladies
but I'm gonna
little nigga everything
Kus when you're black in Amerikka
They dont want to give you anything
They say it's over when the fat lady sings
I do that every
it, chop it and cook it
See how shit come back round for ya? (Yeah)
Gotta kick in the oven now watch it bubble
And you can knock on my door
But you
die by it and that's the fuckin game
Niggas in ya circle the greedious and that's a fuckin shame
From the pavement to a shirt it's all the fuckin same
like barber pictures
But not for the gram, the Glock in my hand
I'll put to your head and let
That thing cut like barber clippers
But since the DA be
again
Sipping Hen
Staring at that white girl from Michigan
She was with a friend, fat ass fly ho
I went in for the kill, ASAP, pronto
So wait boo, 'fore
bobbin' your head, 'cause I can see ya (yeah)
Yeah, I know you're bobbin' your head (da da da dee)
'Cause I can see ya (da da da da da da da)
You can't
stick
The old one falling apart
And on my block can't see shit
Because I'm banging dat dark
Da sun don't shine round here bitch
So take ya 24 hearts
Run threw a fat sacc
Kush ima hit that
Keep that sticky in take
These hoes exotic, call me joe cause you know no I'll the cat
Lil shawty bangin,
with Jada, Joe or Game (Game)
Diamonds in my chain (chain) a Chevy in my yard
And a baby blue Phantom that I keep in the garage (uh-oh!)
Come here,
FUCK WITT US
[Cam'ron:]
Why should I entertain lies in the game
Pies to my name
E 5 to his brain, die for the chain
Zeek hit the side of his brain,
a Roku dog you don’t want no beef, maybe get sum tofu
Neva gonna win no one knows you feel it in ya gut like a fat fuck and soul food
Lot a y’all hate cuz
Put da ball down, picked up da heat
Shoota in da streets, I'm da MVP
Contraband king, wit da plug wrappin keys
Steady wit da heat, blowing smoke
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