Lyrics:
And clutch my nutsack and spit all who pick at me
A pitt and rott mix, fuck the dogs you sic on me
I'm sayin' you motherfuckers don't know us, quit playin'
And clutch my nutsack and spit all who pick at me
A pitt and rott mix, fuck the dogs you sic on me
I'm sayin' you motherfuckers don't know us, quit playin'
up
Lost and be hypnotize, I don't think they high enough
See I thought I told you to get buck and tear the club up
Do it like a lunatic since you
Don't be a hard rock when you really are a gem
Baby girl (girl), respect is just a minimum (minimum)
N- and you still defending 'em (defending 'em)
up
Lost and be hypnotize, I don't think they high enough
See I thought I told you to get buck and tear the club up
Do it like a lunatic since you
me to call her Ms. Berry, she think she Halle
R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P we just killed the club
Took patron to the head almost killed
tell us what you wanna do"
Well I'm about to double up with you and you
Step up out the club wit a dizzy head
I got two chick that got dizzy legs
You go in first with your girls
'Cause I don't know who's out there watching
But I do know one thing though
Women they come they go
Saturday,
you want my love (love)
I don't think the time is right (no)
Call when I'm ready, but it won't be tonight
We in da club Free gully no doubt
See
lies
lies - breaking my heart
you think that you're such a smart girl
and I'll believe what you say
but who do you think you are girl
to lead me
niggas praise Yukons and getting paid
Its goin' take a lot more than coupons to get us saved
Like it take a lot more than du-rags to get you waves
above
Mr.Bigstuff, who do you think you are?
Mr.Bigstuff, you're never gonna get my love
Now I know all the girls
I've seen you with
I know you broke
with a (hmm)
Love girls, you and I, so who do we trust?
You and I 'til the day we die
Groupie love
Groupie love
Groupie love
You are my babe
Two chains!
Bang bang switch lanes like a drive-by
I am so fly man I might as well sky dive
Black girls white lies
You know that's not your damn
five billion streams and made
20 dollars off it do you think your music
Can really sustain ya?
Quick, name the guy who sang the Macarena
You tried
twenty-eight,eights)
Then I be like girl you know just who I am (don't hate, hate)
Say I done fell in love wit a stripper you all
All I do is flirt with her, and I
And you give a dollar or a quarter and he's on his way
Then you see his sorry a** the next day
Are you the one getting played like a sucka?
Or do you
And ask what your interests are, who you be with
Things to make you smile, what numbers to dial
You gon' be here for a while, I'm gon' go call my crew
A man we passed just tried to stare me down
And when I looked at you
You looked at the ground
I don't know who he is
But I think that you do
A man we passed just tried to stare me down
And when I looked at you
You looked at the ground
I don't know who he is
But I think that you do
when the pac ends,
You never mix bizness with new friends
All black Benz you can call it pac man
25 10 9 and a 4 5 on me
I don't need no coley do
stars
They know who we are (Where we going?) WESTSIDE
Nigga meet me by the bar
[Bridge: ]
Shake it off shake it off take it off
Break it off
Get your ass off the wall with your two left feet
It's real easy, just follow the beat
Don't let that fine girl pass you by
Look real close 'cause
luxury cars, these girls wanna sit in
Wipe your feet off and roll a joint 'fore you get in
Gotta protect the crib, be careful who you let in
And don't
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