Lyrics:
Yeah
Ah
Big 915 shit
Yeah
Buddy Up
Buddy Up
Buddy Up
Huh
My whole clique make it bloody up huh
Four five sticks up in buddy nem trunk
I got four five
're a counsellor, just like grandmas do
You're that voice, you're that push for all I dream and do
So I cherish you, like royalty
And by all means, I'll never put my
He's got a tank on his back, strapped and locked
He's got goggles and flippers and he's ready to rock
And he shoots the fishes one by one
Only with
Four in the morn get you home alone
Yeah Hey baby what’s the biz
Now if you didn’t know by now baby who I is
They call me Young Kace
I’m a big time
Come on baby
Come on baby
Come on baby
Come on baby
Aye look at them girls with
The Dazzey dukes on
I want you to
Look at them girls with the Dazzey
I go to work from nine to five
And you killed my baby with him by your side
You killed my baby
I go to work from nine to five
And you killed my baby
1,2...3,4,5
Surrounded by some bad bitches
And they all be fine
I done smoked like 30 blunts
You can see it my eyes
Bitches really trynna front
So
You fuck with me, chump
I rock your teacup
I say, before you spend a dollar boy
Put up the re-up yep! Get up, 'cause we up
Foot up and knee up
In
B-boy, where the fuck you at?
I been looking for you're ass since a quarter past.
Hot peas and butter, baby, come and get your supper
Before I make
the molly by the zip
You can see the blue
And you know I like my money crip
With the strip blue
Disrespect the boys and you know we gotta zip you
Watching who
was watching over me
Thank you for the lessons
Now it's blessings on me, yeah
One, Two, Three, baby riding with me
Four, Five, Six, yeah we got em in
What you thought it was?
I just popped 5 percocets and only caught a buzz
And if that label try to stop me
There gon' be some crazy Weezy fans waitin'
Had a mill at 16 know how that felt?
And I'm still kicking shit, bitch black belt
Shoulda seen me in that yella 4-30
Got it washed everyday, bitch
what y'all (yeah go 'head baby)
I hear you talkin' mama (go 'head baby)
Now feel me out boo-boo (go 'head baby)
Yeah, uhh
From the introduction,
Party If U Really Wanna...
Tum Saath Gaaon I Will Show You How
Kaise Bhi Gaa Sakte Hai Gana
Lets Rock The Jazz Balliye Zindagi Rocks Balliye.... (4)
for you to get in them draws (uh-huh)
You ain't can have 'em on they back or on all fours
You ain't got to tell me, you feelin' this shit
'Cause I
I got 4 to the floor just to pedal the pump
And I got 5 by my side for the war
Yea you know that I'm a what? (uh)
Killer, killer, killer yea
Killer,
And swing by four-ten, beef patty, cornbread
In the concrete jungle, where my home is (no way)
All get focused, all range of toast is
The nickname, Mr.
the)
(Yeah I wanna see the body rock, wanna see the body rock baby, yeah)
You know how to put me on top (On top)
So go 'head girl now I wanna see
yeah yeah
Yeah baby and I need you
You rocking by my side even know
I'm being evil
Its been like four days baby when
I'm gonna see you
You saying that
shotty with a rock like a brick hit
Yeah yeah, that's that drip
I got brown bags, loads, tic-tac-toe, X's, O's
Dance like you dancin' on a pole (hah)
the day I told L she was shady
Now she in Cali about to have Ed's baby
Chorus: repeat 5X
Now this ain't funny, so don't you dare laugh
Just
screamin', "Get back" (gang)
You know I'm with that (uh)
Long live baby boy T-Roy, can't forget Hec
Project baby, 6-4 shawty, got it on my back (uh)
fun
You jackin or not
As you can see a niggas hard
I nor fit park 4 road
I wan enter your garage
Baby coolin ur temper
U knw I don't kiss and tell
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