Lyrics:
then why he ain't come take a lick
Twin think he open slime that man down like a pick 6
He got no motion check his bank account got 80 cents
He talking
classy, call me Megan Thee Stallion
Got a battalion can fit in a wagon, tripping like a dragon
I can come back like I'm Jackson, Ali, our album is slamming
Anime bitches, I look at her titties
Then I take her home and
We count up these fifties
I come to your city, I sneak in your chimney
I tickle her
on the block ain't gave a fuck what you thought (Yuh)
Pull up on the block Imma show you what I got (Aye)
侍 By my waist side come through
Tell me, "What it do"
hundreds never fifty's
Spin my way I'll make it swirl
See my image know it's pretty
Hit the plates and make um curl
Put the the whole city on to my back
Who
the game, let's chant with glee,
Miss Mary Mack, all dressed in black, with silver buttons all down her back.
She asks for fifty cents to see the elephants
to haul all the way to the dump gotta take it slow
And if you got a big route you already know you gotta empty the truck and come back for more
Then the sun
send you back home
I'm a god when it comes to this word play
I word late, I'm too baked
3:50 after I burn faith
Pound Cake
Dolla dolla bills kept in
and the baby girls
Oh lord have mercy
Be my world sista girl
Back ground singers)
To the mothers and the daddies
And the sistas and the baby girls
Do do
Won't you come see about me?
I'll be alone, dancing you know it baby.
Tell me your troubles and doubts
Giving me everything inside and out and
Love's
my hand investments that's a zone print
When u walk right by me that's money scent
I kno Curtis be on Jack like 50 cent
I got the power and the starz
Yeah
For the first time it's going down in history, baby
New Three 6 Mafia
Featuring 8Ball and MJG
Young Buck in from Tennessee
I gotta stay
Man, I'm too much for these niggas, and three much for these hoes
The world is in my hands, and I keep my hands closed
I love my baby mamas, they get
mad friends with Benz's
C-notes by the layers, true fuckin players
Jump in the Rover and come over
tell your friends jump in the Gf3, I got the chronic
star hotels, what else can I buy you
Have seven flight just so I can come by your crib
Baby mamacita would you please go strip
Hola baby mamacita, hi
(Yeah, uh, it's your boy Jim Jonsin)
Mmm-hmm, mmm-hmm, mmm-hmm
Yeah, baby
When I touch her she like, oh, when I hug her, oh-oh
When I rub her
I'm stuck in a dream
First love so sweet
Yeah e yeah
I'm missing my baby
I miss the way you made me feel
Girl come back to me
I need your love
come with drums attached
Fifty fifty in the sto, the way it go with all my bros
He ain't with me kept it fifty not a hunnid, broke the code
An I
Baby you're knocked out
By the back door
Just a few words
And I'm yours
You can't be lonely
When you're a whore
You always kick
And scream
But I want
whisper something in your ear
c little closer, so you can hear it clear
Teeth gettin' sharper when you come this near
Not murder baby
It's not murder baby
always prepared
Got sons you don't know about, ones you don't know about
Buns by the tons, mad guns and we going out
What!!
[swizz beatz]
It ain't over,
designer but dont get me bent
I can come Givenchy collar and then go cop a Benz
I been sold out by mfs that was posed to be friends
So if you do me dirty
the Glock put me back on
But that duping don't last long I wear my heart on my sleeve, but then I push it long
So come on, so come on, so come on
The best
to the left (shake it) shake it to the right
I don't mind stickin' it to her every single night
Come on, pass the poom poom, send it to poppa
Shake it baby
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