Lyrics:
now here we go all my ladies in the place with the real hair
were you at were you at hit the dance floor
girl do your freaky freaky dance
hey ho I like
to ah Cobra
They can't Restrict this lil boa
King to the Thrown
I got a name they don't know of
Black Lives Matter (Mr.Officer why you stop me
Black
it when they step on the spot.
You hear the ... at least your favorite record gonna DROP (9x).
Hey this is the bounce where we talkin about.
Make
so no creepin up outta the ziplock
So sin, sip gin, and lil' mo heart run up, nut up
And flipped in, than slipped the clip in,
mistakin' the bloody
at night
I keep a blue tip, I don't do the stick and move
Legs in the air, one lick, watch the bitch ooze
Uzi pistol pro, by my side, gift from Lil' Dude
a Xan' to these hoes (these hoes)
Got 'em playin' with they nose (yeah)
I sleep on a beach off the avenue (the avenue)
I came to your city with revenue
Cut your trick ass up, leave you in pieces
Now be deceased
Lil Kim, don't compensate for real G's
Quick to snatch your ugly
Hair off the streets
You
What I say behind your back
I say it to your face
You ain't talkin' bout nothing, nig
You ain't talkin' bout nothing, you
Ain't talkin' bout nothing,
in the night
Usually around fo' or five is when they figure the time is right
When you good and sleep, I couldn't sleep until I seen it
With my own
That's right, that's right
A tisket a tasket
that's all you ask it
Snap your cd and drop the pieces in your casket
Like little Jack Horna', I'm still
a savior
Gotta be the bread winner, so go rob the bread maker
When they put your homey to sleep, it's gotta be a wake up
You move in the hood, then you
dome
Fuck it if your boys gon' be talkin' they gon' get hit too
I'm really not givin' a fuck, long as I get you
Jamie, Fresh, Joe, Bubba
Ya gotta
shit, T Lanez, G shit
I bring the wave to them haters
Make them haters seasick
All the diamonds legit, all vagina we pick
With your girl in my
Livin' room
new Rover, drive it like a 4 wheeler
Solid gold, AP
Flooded out with them crystals
Shinning just like molly, I woke up in a new bugatti
Free lil Kirk
Standin' down on Main Street across from Mr. Blues
In my faded leather jacket and my weathered Brogan shoes
A chill north wind was blowin' but
'm talkin' 'bout my nigga Dave
Your man a lil' K, we call that a shit a mini Drac'
He always said I overlooked him, I was starin' straight
These bars go
Run that back, Turbo
I just got ten million bucks for shit that I ain't even do yet
You spent your money but I ain't say I was your boo yet
You
Standin' down on Main Street across from Mr. Blues
In my faded leather jacket and my weathered Brogan shoes
A chill north wind was blowin' but
link turn you blind, please don't peek, close your eyes
Put your homie in the sky, turn his shirt to tie-dye (wow, wow)
Niggas always talkin tough,
some nice chains
And for the right price, I'll bust the right brain
And mommy hot 'cause I pull up in that white thang
Oh, but your nigga might be fly
on life support
I'm the executioner, it's time to cut it short
Lil Tristy and Mr. Silly, it's a wrap
Your rhymes are so garbage, no need for a recap
I
the cleats, one foot in the Vans
One foot in your ass, one fourth of a Xan
Follow my footsteps, I give you instructions
Swallow, don't belch, you just drunk
of the Year" and figured I was on track
This nigga Pat' been in my ear talkin' 'bout rhymin' on tracks
So after practice we record and then we got it on wax
But I'd rather be in an outer dimension when
I be talkin' about jewels and drugs
Jewels and drugs, play that hustle
Smother 'em if you wanna be bad
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