Lyrics:
of misunderstandin'
Hit the parkin' lot, bitch, I was standin' by the Benz
You think a nigga rich, bitch?
Gold diggin' tramps tryin' to get with this dick
For all
they're trying to do with radio, with this, uh, McCarron-Walter
Act and a lot of other ways, is start by saying that they're
protecting the public from
ain't fuck what you mean playa
(Juicy J)
Playas from tha Hollywood
Evergreen is my hood
Smokin' city
Show them gold teeth
Ridin' in tha woods
fo
Lie fo
Die fo
My ho
Nigga I go face
Diablo
With a hostile gospel
If I can't have tres or cuatro
Little vatos
Imma let a lot flow
What the sell
Up in
my city outta poverty' money
Don't lie to me honey, I know that thang fake
Put a candle on that ass, tell her "give me that cake", wait
I rep NY,
She's a freaky young gal, a bi-sexual
But a hustler though and will sell some snow
Wit dat' juicy fat thang I can't let you go
What she doing mane
do yo' thang
I mean, in them jeans
Yo shape is beautiful
And I'm "For you, by you"
Like FUBU
(B**** you know the name)
Whoo-wee Jesus
JoJo K-Ci
It's a miracle, the way I bend them corners on them
Get up early on them, get dis money on them
A miracle, a lot I bought on, crib I paid on, thangs I
Logic
Talk shit, get hit, nigga
This is a world premiere
Logic, Juicy J, College Park
Takin' 'em back to 2011, my nigga
It's a good day (good
sell a lot of records makin pimp beats
I could do a show tonight and make ten G's
Fuck til the mornin, sleep late and smoke weed
Three cars in my
Let me find out, Juicy J's your girl's favorite rapper
I'mma fuck her all night and I'mma give her back after
I ain't hand cuffing these hoes like
(Hook - MvkeyyJ)
We outside
We finna' slide
You wit' the Gang
Then hop up in this ride
Don't play no games we is not wasting no time
Look in my
like I'm UGK
Asshole by nature like my name was Trae
And I don't gang-bang, I patrol the game
And what I'm representing here is putting holes in
to the game
cant be selling cds n still selling dem thangs
cause bitches drop names n bring alot of piorblems
n puttin somthing in dey head the only way u gona
or even ganged banged
or slang dope, motherfucker it's the same thang
cause where I'm from you got to watch your back
cause every nigga in the town got
chips
I keep me a steak, a pistol, a grip four 5th
Cuz I'd rather be judged by 12 then to be carried by 6
Don't wanna be carried by 6
Rather be judged by
she lick me down, I skeet all in her jaw
Thot bitch she so groupie down, she slurped it in the mall
My kush I don't sell in a jar
Wedding cake 800
the tales that I tell so well
(Short Dog)
I'm thinkin' way back, it's been a long, long time
In 1980 I wrote my first rhyme
I like to spit a lot of game
But
Fuck the bitch, I make her sweat, huh
I'ma die by my respect, huh
I put a check up on my neck
Life check ya in the head
I signed for a couple milli'
dub, J Prince, Jazz Prince
Yeah, Rap-A-Lot still on top 2007
Ricky Ross (The Boss..)
T-Pain {J-J-J-J-J.R.!}
I got a fresh line-up (yea), a fresh outfit
Bout to have the parkin lot on smash
Plus I got
dub, J Prince, Jazz Prince
Yeah, Rap-A-Lot still on top 2007
Yo man, I got this def Rolex watch, man
A hundred and thousand watch, man
I sell it to you for four hundred
You got eighty?
Dig dig this, man
I got
on a fuckin blunts
till my minds about to blow
motherfuck the universe
because we brought you da end, hoe
[Juicy J]
first I want to grab a nigga by his
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