Lyrics:
Later on I'm tryin' to climb behind ya spine
Hold up lil mama, Slow ya a** down
Pick it up, Throw ya a** down
Now throw ya a** around
An scream me
Know what it is when I show up She drink so much she throw up
But reverse that s***, reverse that s***
I won’t brag on how I merk that s***
What it- what
I'm talkin' loco Krayzie as hell
It ain't just a name it's the game
We done loosened up a couple strings
And shook a couple of screws loose in my
That's right y'all this is the LL Cool J party
Move it, move it, move it, get on the floor baby
That's right, don't try to front like your fly
Get
of butter and somethin sweet
Gallons of coffee to wash it down
Bicarbonated soda by the pound
Then throw me (smack dab in the middle)
I picture it
of butter and somethin sweet
Gallons of coffee to wash it down
Bicarbonated soda by the pound
Then throw me (smack dab in the middle)
I picture it
gifted
Wear your confidence on yo sleeve it's so obvious
So Obvious that i could could feel Your ambiance
While bobbing to this the beat
Counting up this
my soul tinted
Put the shit aside that's a no nigga
Directing calling shots call like I'm Cole Bennett
Niggas sending shots getting low with it
Kinda
Ay, ay
Ay, ay
Damn
She a hottie man
She know how to dance
Soaking up the sun, summer sweat, sipping juice
I love the way she moves
Love to be
do their going to do what you do
Yeah
Uh
Okay
They got me fired up and now I'm going back to school
And I can even go online cuz it's faster man
cash in
Dreezy on my business moves
Cole as my mentor and the industry we rule
Yeah thousands of youngsters out there looking up to me
So I gotta do
spit is gold just like that new frieza
Oh man now i'm heating up oh fuck i think I got a fever
Gotta slow it down i gotta give myself a breather
I'm
all her options I'm the best guy
One of one, Like JC
But going by KB
Don't compare if it ain't Drake Cole Wayne or JayZ fuck niggas
It's the 3 bladed assassin backyard shaded hop the fence you get ya ass whipped
Let my dogs you might end up in a casket send 'em down the street
on the floor
Oh it's just their clothes
They tuggin' on my chain
Cuz it's too froze
I'm from the north so I know cold
And I've seen snow
But as for now I'm in
it
Could've been Cole, Could've been Kendrick
Probably been neither
I am a phenomenon the haters like to frown upon I was bred different
Took the road
your mind
Blinded by the truth in the lie
Hiding away until you, throw it all away
Hide it all away
Throw it all away
When the shadows crawl
They'll
action
Just write a motherfucka a quotation (woo woo woo)
I'mma
Baddie baddie (baddie baddie)
Ton mec et ton père dit jsuis une baddie (baddie)
J'pull up
I'm blinded by faith
But if I run out of air
If I crash I don't care
I'm gonna do it my way
I can make it through this
You can throw the world in
Hounds on me, when we throw down you can see, all my niggas bound to release
Oakland a shrine, it's just gone take us some time to build it back up
get a re-up when it going to fall
Love gonna hurt like a motherfucker
Say what you want better gon get her
Too much money on my mind this grind is 24
7
rushing but everything else is slow
Guys, we're in Hell
Look around, can't you tell
I think we just got hit by the bus
I believe in God, but it wasn't
love it when you call me big poppa"
Throw your hands in the air, if you'se a true player
"I love it when you call me big pop-pa"
To the honies gettin'
twerkin' wit'?
Throw it, bust it open, show me what you twerk wit'?
Ass so fat, need a lap dance
I'm in that white ghost chasin' Pac-Man
Hundred out
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