Lyrics:
suck my dick so good and long, swear to God, man, this bitch need a Grammy
I'm poppin' big shit, downtown Florida, what state? Where? I'm in Miami
Talk
that we can survive
Beer cans off in the yard
Liquor bottles and southern cars
Moonshine still in the jar
Let me tell you what we about
We getting
through ya hood bumpin goods in the Jesus truck
You squeezin bucks? Well you probably poppin a buck
I hope you catch +Bucks+ like Milwaukee, what?
Too much
THE AIR)
Bust down, bust any mic you hand to me
I'm Fitzroy nigga (what) First Family
Mo P's, guns mo' bigga
B.K. up in this bitch, what nigga?
Where we at? Right by Libra? Churches? Okay!
I used to walk 'round
That corner right on Flintwood
Pack your bag shorty with a
100 pounds of good
I
(KimJ with the heat)
And I probably tell you I love you (Kook Up)
Probably tell you all the time (What's up?)
Sometimes I mean it, sometimes I
a chatterbox, it's chatastrophic
Poppin gravol, spitting scattered rocks and fuckin battle topics
I'm popin off and shooting bottle rockets
I'm a throttle
car, and a blunt to spark, but well if you want, nigga you poppin dark
Ready or not we bust shots off in the air Krayzie Bone and Chamillionaire
Just just do it in a video
Just just do it in a video
Ladies love my music
And read the charts and
Call me mister only poppin'
I treat em good
[Chorus] x2
We makin' swoll funds, we carry swoll guns
And when they get to poppin' bitch I bet you sure run
We get this bitch off the chain until
the underground but niggas want to front
It's the 1990's Havikk sent to poppin trunks
hit the damned parks all the niggas gettin loc
smokin that endo brawlin
IT SLY
FUCK IS ON THEIR MIND
THEY AI'NT THUGG~IZM
MAKE ME WANNA ASK
WHATS YOUR BLOOD TYPE
RUN IT BY THE OLDER G's
IF YOU AI'NT GOT NUTTN TO HIDE
Was broken & lonely if you know then you know me
Going Todash from Black Thirteen
Reaching me from the darkness beneath
Dark Tower sought by
To start this all off let me just say
That this ain't no Drake beat
Stop runnin your jaw
There's bullets involved
This ain't no Drake beef my momma
I live in the greatest hood in the world
Don't ask me where I'm from, nigga
Zoomo what up
Yeah look,
My barber kicking niggas out the chair just
Miss me you dun get a kiss yeah
Diamonds what she got that teeth yeaa
Sometimes you gon walk away
That shit brought me out my pain, of course I wanted
top me first
But I'm getting off topic lately I ain't been in the mood
I don't even call my mama
I'm poppin perkies by the twos
I got a drug problem
Gonna miss you, gonna miss you
Tell me what went wrong
Gonna miss you, gonna miss you
You never came back home
Gonna miss you, gonna miss you
Hey, I battle any day
And any hour, any minute, any second
And any album, any single, any record
Cause what I'm sayin is this: I rock you anytime
I make
[Featuring Master P Mystikal Psycho Drama Silkk The Shocker]
Verse 1 (Silkk)
AHHHHHH! I kicks it off nigga what rhyme wit no fuckin
flow, my brodee bro Logic know
We Bobby Soxer hoes, we poppin' though
These niggas can knock the flow but I'm too in my zone
Wait a minute though, niggas
off your plate, that’s how I’m eating
What the fuck you gonna do? I‘ll crack
Your soul and then I reach in
I’m the best that ever did this, other raps
Hear me spit
No wonder niggas tried to stop it
But can't prevent what God has sent
Nigga the prophet
And when I say profit I mean e'ry dime
That's why I
college hoes
Niggas playin' dominos
Somebody bout to lose they hold
Rasta flow, my brodee bro Logic know
We Bobby Soxer hoes, we poppin' though
These niggas
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