Lyrics:
niggas can keep up
Know these niggas really wanna be us
But my nigga you don't got the features
Re-up
Re-up
I keep several spots like a cheetah
Mix
I feel like i'm lil peep
I said fuck all of my exes they belittle me
Way to fuckin good that's how it
Way to fuckin good that's how it feel to me
duct tape stretched out
Ducked the fuck way down, waitin' to straight jump out
Put it over your mouth, and grab you by the face, what now?
Oh, you
Stabbed in the back by everyone that I've let beside me
Been let down by anyone I've met besides me
Recycling rumination
It's death in my eyes I fail ta
to clubs, and dance
Just take into my hand
Do you wanna roll with me
We can be like Bonnie and Clyde
Be by your side
I'm more than a lover, more than a woman
make you my girl.
She told me call her by her middle name
Told the bartender send another drink
Then she ask have I ever been to this club
I said only
the croud is jumpin so I make my way to the floor were gonna rock it in every way 'cause
I don't do this all the time but I'm feelin the whole vibe tonight
I pass, the popcorn, the mix I drop on the mic
gon', have you hummin my song, all the way home
It's cool and as long, as you and the song, be
all in da mix
Addicted to cash I need me a fix
Pack jump out da gym like it play for da knicks
Lil jawn by my side she as bad as it gets
3 racks in da
why he's my DJ Cool V!
Girls! Whatever you call 'em
He rocks from here all the way to the Bell forum
I'm like telling you straight on up
Everywhere
funny
Is it any reason why y'all starvin'
I smell bull and by smelling force
Do I really need to beg your pardon?
My jersey say James I don't play
the box
And then you hit 'em with some hip-hop
Stop and check the wrist watch
You've only got a couple minutes til the club shuts
Better get your rocks off
player hatin'
Got a Mercedes for these tricks that thought I quit
Then got a drop-top Jag for these bitches that's on my dick
Go to a club in a pack,
Pull up 회색 Beamer on your backyard
걔넨 날 보며 말해
U the rock star
우린 주파수가 다르지 no radio
In a club We goin' up
그냥 하지 재미로
I don't even know you
Ain't
Bus-a-Bus)
We controllin' the city, if you ain't knowin'
By the way, my name is Puff
Yo, it ain't my fault your dame corrupt
We went from Henny', to Remi,
Bus-a-Bus)
We controllin' the city, if you ain't knowin'
By the way, my name is Puff
Yo, it ain't my fault your dame corrupt
We went from Henny', to Remi,
backwards on a one way
The color flawless, bitch I reek of money
(Bitch)
Fast life, born to die, who gives a fuck
We done seen it all by 25, and lived it up
We'll like to welcome why'all back to the club
I'm your host this evening, Mr. Tadah!
Ya dig, club Toe Jam, is once again off the hook
For ladies
the way I boogie
My fake ass friends want to hang out tonight
I'll tell ?em follow me then I'll ditch ?em at the light
I see ?em at the club
and pay the rent
Professional crackslanger I serve fiends
I once went to jail for having rocks up in my jeans
But nowadays I be too smart for
and pay the rent
Professional crackslanger I serve fiends
I once went to jail for having rocks up in my jeans
But nowadays I be too smart for
I ain't been grateful enough, I'm guilty
I've been blinded by my fears
Way to greasy, more than he'll be
Flashin' grins to hide my tears
'I've been
to tell my fans
I got my shades, big rock star compared to Elvis
Signin' autographs for rappers while girls move they pelvis
Write songs quickly for
a club or papers by the pile
just ask toy soldier, toy soldier could of told you
at the boomin funk hut it was the afro with the butt
so to the flam lovers
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