Lyrics:
Check my feet Sbs on deck
Woke up and got a check
I'm rollin the ZaZa
Forget what we eatin for breakfast
Lastnight it was drama in the club but we
Cause I know you gon' mix it crazy
I know you gon' mix it crazy
Mix it cra—aa—zz—yy
Music
Uh, ayy, yeah yeah, uh huh, ayy
Let me talk my, let me talk
a weed seller, but a crocka sack beller
A rap star plus a 2 time felon
Sellin' phones out the trunk I mix G with funk
I put it all together, and rock it
to a wicked woman's ways
"Why son?" She's trying to get paid, check it
One: She said she wanted to give me a son
Two: She said she didn't like my crew
me
Why these niggas trying to hustle me Mentally that shit fucks wit me
Caused getting over on good people ain’t never been in my dungarees
But I
love the way she rocks them hips
Dutty wine dutty wine
Every time she throw it back I swear it don't make no sense (yeah)
Tonight's a motion picture
the mess
Enter my center where the tormenters rest
Blessed by thy blessings, to learn a hard lesson
Protected by the thugs with the large Smith & Wessons
Uh, uh,
All she wanna do is smoke, fuck, get drunk
All she wanna do is go out, hit the club
I could tell she ain't really looking for love
I could
ball player, pro stars
Reach for the stars that's the way to go ma
I'm in the cut the one that leave no scars
Dark shades by D I O are
They watchin' me
bangin, big smash, heavy metal
We done took it way way up nigga we on different levels
I need all my brothers wrist heavy, big ole bezel
Used to rock that
see it in results
Making up for the past by accepting all my faults
I only let 'em see me win cause ion tell me bout my lost
Bitch I won't let them take
(Dog)
All you niggas net like strap
Spend a half a mille on Louis by mistake
I'm so rich that I can't pronounce steak
(Uh)
I pave the way for these young
from the avenue
Maniac Lunatic and you know that I'm tellin it
Bitch's head in my way, you know that I'm swirlin it
So all you punks take your weak ass
it
Ya don't know what ya doin' with my mind
When you're on it
Gotta get it up up up up up baby
Gonna rock this club up up up up baby
I feel the force
by she said she seen me in the club
In the project x party where I ran into my plug
Think he tryna overdose he got three pills on his tongue
I just
The apparatus, ph the phattest
Too clean I keep you in balance
In the home it was love,
Outside it was malice
I be polite, beat yo ass
Then be on my way back
The man the music the making the king
Constantly builded by me
A million men marching like Calling them the king kong
The verse making the world sing
My
biko hear me out
Jeje
I want you by my side
Jeje
Me I wan deh your side tonight
Jeje
Baby draw me closer
Omoh this your body girl nah fire
I no go lie
Yeah
Yeah
Bad lil shawty, ride by my side
Smokin’ the kush, high like a kite
Love me too death, makin’ my night
I can feel deep, somethin’ ain’t right
at ya
Yeah, and thrown a couple dollars at you, c'mon
I get paid baby doll I'm a star
You can tell by the make and the model of my car
Yeah, that's
Like they owned by Edison, I am on my better than
Everybody tip, walk up in the club make
Everybody strip, everybody get...the fuck down
This a brrp,
How true
And never once
Pulled a slouch move
None of the time
Next to me youll be
Numero dos
Hundres of rhymes
Shootin them off
Every which way
My shit
girl's still by my side,
Singing harmony.
Does that make me a rock star?
You tell me.
'Cause things don't always work out like you planned
Though when you
stop the body, body, body
Body rock)
I was maxin' hard with a friend of mine
He's now my lawyer and he'll rock your mind
We call him Fab 5 Freddy
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