Lyrics:
Tell everyone we gettin' on
Tell Bradley, see we livin' on
In the club, pissy, all these tracks I'm shittin' onnn
Think I need some toilet tissues
bales by the day
I can move a whole hundred
Couple niggas say they got paper on my head
They frontin', yeah
Poppin' big shit, nigga know my clique lit
watchin' feds crime
But now I'm doin' projects gettin' paid now (yeah)
There go the paparazzi go and put your head down (cheese, cheese)
[Chorus]
cookin' breakfast, heh
Still gettin' followed by those hip-hop fans
It ain't a thang for me to get swallowed, I get zip-hop head
Let me be your baby daddy,
top
'Fore my patna screw I pour a lil' drank out
Who flyer than me? Who higher than me?
I'm gettin' head like Shawna whilst riding the V
I'm supplyin'
to listen that don't stand in her way
It's gettin' harder to reach that point where she's soarin'
She hasn't heard that click in her head yet today
some (get it)
I got real nigga dick and she know it (and she know it, bitch)
If I pour this forty out, I'm finna blow it (pop out, bitch)
Give a bitch
shorts, bracelets and bangles (bangs)
Hood bitch, real raw, gettin' money on ya head, fronto (get that money)
I understand that I'm different
These
the technique, gettin with the ill speak
Lyrically correct, even when I take a leak
So I zip my zipper, it's one for the gipper
Daily routine for the malt liquor
pussy
A leg on the bed one on the wall
Gettin' it all pussy
That keep him shaking his head and saying hell naw pussy
When you come across you better get
gettin' up
Cigarette, light 'em up
Inhale, coffee cup
Exhale, wake me up
No getting dressed 'cause I work in bed
Craft inside my head before I grab the pen
Quarter milli' worth of jewelry that two chains by my wrist
That old school was lookin' silly, threw some thangs on that bitch
Paint wet, Migo did it,
the A, this my safe haven
Deep down inside dawg a fan, he just fake hatin'
Already said we gettin' paid, ain't no vacations
When we headed
Shoutout to the Wutang, DJ turn me
Up a lil bit homie
Yea oh ya'll done figure out who
It is by now right? haha
It's me young buck bitches what it do
keep me on ice i rotated with niggas
But we right in the side
You play me by yourself, not takin' no advice
They told you I was it but
You ain't see
the ocean
Put your hands on me and your hands gettin' broken
When I hit the scene it's like a goddamn explosion
Find me out surrounded by some shooters
[Chorus - Chamillionaire]
Sorry but I'm real busy mayne
Grindin, I'm in the streets gettin change
You can leave a message after the tone (tone, tone,
people said my voice would be heard by the masses
A dust head nicca from jerz
I wouldn't grasp it
Questions you can ask it
Team'd up with tha classix
we'll make it through all this barely gettin' by
I'm taking out my woman and we're dancing barefoot tonight
Quittin' time's on my mind
But her kind
it like a freak should
Bend me over ass clappin' 'cause the head good
You know he all up on my body like a killa
Now we gettin' nasty in private
as a kid
Lotta shit changed since then, seen real nigga do fake
Seen phony niggas gettin' bread, put some on the books from the crooks and the county
You
And ate by Mr haley litter Life is the gang
It's that shit that we bang
Let's play an Odd game, it's called "Bitch
You Better Run" (Awoo)
When those Odd
to chef
Gettin' head in a foreign, gotta steer with the left
Met this forty off with my right, package be here by the morning
We ordered that shit
head in my Tommy boxers
But really though, she a silly ho
Cause you know the Fergenstein getting plenty dough
She don't get nothin' from a nigga
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