Lyrics:
squad, pretty broads
Bread Winner superstars, no façade
Designer store inside the mall, goin' hard
Let 'em know that I'm a dog, live by the law, ball
sizzlin?
You don't know what that is?
You can't get the party started without that!
Let's do it!
You want me to jam I'm finna enter
Brain waves came
to the Roc)
This is the last call for alcohol, for the
(Mr. Rockefeller)
So get your ass up off the wall
The all around the world Digital Underground Pac
gangsta, you can tell by the swag
And it's fresh off the lot, you can tell by the tag, what's up?
It's about 3 in the morning
Gotta leave with somethin' hot
How can you tell me what to do when I live off campus?
Like how ‘bout not
‘Cause I would’ve been there, but you ain’t have a spot
“So sorry, good
'till I see a body drop
Fuck round get mollywopped
Leave my shawty off the top
I'm about a check
See my young niggas love to flex
Strapped up with that
face
I just gotta throw my Timbs on and tighten my lace
If it don't jam, the Tech will spray
When I spit everybody gotta split like pepper spray
the impression
Everything I drop, out of the question, stop the guessin'
It's hot, flows provin' I pack 'cause my dough's movin'
My whole crew up in this
with the chop when I'm off a bar (ayy)
Spraying in the air hollering kill 'em all (wah)
Slick baby off of that shit (ah)
Devil from outta that pit
never knew the plot
She was born off track
Tight top, short skirt, thinks she's too nice
Hates love but she's been deep in twice
Pars with hoes can't
Cool as a breeze, hot as the summer
Ridin' in a Hummer, soundin' like thunder
Lookin' for a missus, wrap her up in kisses
Keep her hella happy by
red hot rod hardtop
Off to town for Moose's Tooth
You comin' with to the parkin' lot
If not you know, my window's never locked
Drew leaned in and said
Revealing my soul like voila
Speed race when I rap, I'm a hot rod
I'm eroding away, should I rock on
But as long as I'm present, I'm not gone
Everything is
different, we is not the same, lil nigga
And I feel like Rod, rich off all this pain, lil nigga
You like Tekashi, you don't really got no shame, lil nigga
Jam coupe
Yeah, your friend need to follow (follow)
Smoking on Gelato
Swerving all the time
Man I'm always on the endo
Blowing back the speakers
I'm
The fence is too high to jump in jail
Too low to dig, I might just touch hell, hot
Get a life, now they on sale
Then I might cast you a spell
Look at what
of the hot lick
They hang us all by rope, then laugh and cut off our dick
Have y'all niggas ever thought about
All the things we been talkin' bout
Down
Yeah, that little chick is hot but if she got rabies
I wouldn't give the bitch a shot, I'd poke her in the rear
But I bet if I licked her, she'd try
Can't help it, the girl can't help it
Oh babe
(4x)
Can't
(8x)
Oh babe
(8x)
Up in the club, dance to the beat
Can't keep her little model hands off
a nigga somethin awful
I give him the rhythm-a-jazz pizazz finesse and yet
The flavor to jam and slam the land
I flip the script like nobody can
changes, can't get you off of my brain
I've been talking to strangers, calling them by your name
These niggas tripping like it's old news
Move quick through
Yeah, what's up? It's that time in the big city
98 hot degrees out there
Check it out there's a party goin' on all day at the beach
So fellas you
Look, every time you see me I'm surrounded by them snipers
You ain't never run off with a hustler in your life, huh?
I'm from 1800, I'm a hot boy,
The big bad pretty city JAM HOT! This is hot jam like get on your toast oh yeah
on your toast!
I met a cowone day- it had a great big horn on its
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