Lyrics:
nuttin'
Just fall back, you need to chill
If you don't wanna put an end to it, I will
I don't know why you say that, you know the deal
OK, but who is
waste my time (nope)
Askin' all these stupid questions (what?)
Who it's for? This pussy mine (this pussy mine, ho)
I been a ten, these niggas know it
to the Z
(Nigga what?) Make you think you can fuck with me
(Nigga who?) Recognize bitch, Jay to the motherfuckin' Z
Got a condo with nuttin' but condoms
to the Z
(Nigga what?) Make you think you can fuck with me
(Nigga who?) Recognize bitch, Jay to the motherfuckin' Z
Got a condo with nuttin' but condoms
and nuttin'
Know what I'm talking 'bout? So push the button
You know what's happenin', fa shizzle, uh-huh
Yeah, bitch, trying to run from this pimpin'
You
the wrong way but I'm lettin' you know
For the last time, this here is official
This is fat
Who's the man?
(The Heavster, time keeps on slipping)
Who's
a major way
Never knew or had a clue that we could make some major pay
Load up by Rucker's
Gettin step and never know who gon' get shady doin business
So we
that I know I can't trust
But it don't mean nuttin' 'cause I still plug her out
Under 18 with a child no doubt
Don't matter ho
Lemme hit it in
you catch ya throat strep
Soaked in cess, dope, you eat the cold Tec's
Bold flex, W crown, the ice O-X
Up in the oolie, yo, who you know?
John
you catch ya throat strep
Soaked in cess, dope, you eat the cold Tec's
Bold flex, W crown, the ice O-X
Up in the oolie, yo, who you know?
John
chillin'
We chillin' and nuttin'
Know what I'm talking 'bout? So push the button
You know what's happenin', fa shizzle, uh-huh
Yeah, bitch, trying to run
takin' turnz
I fuck, Ian pillow
Talkin' to these ho's
She hit me up, "wassup big daddy"?
Said,"you with no clothes"
Head fire, but wassup
With that pussy
But I feel like it's certain shit you should keep to yourself
And I don't know who was holdin' who down when they was shootin'
But how the fuck niggas
as you know
(so bring me some shoes with lots of sole)
Ho, ho, ho! who wouldn't go?
Ho, ho, ho! who wouldn't go?
Up on the housetop, click, click, click,
start slangin' bean pies
Or the bootleg t-shirt of the month
With "U Can't Touch This" on the front
I'm 'bout to get rich
Cause life ain't nuttin but
start slangin' bean pies
Or the bootleg t-shirt of the month
With "U Can't Touch This" on the front
I'm 'bout to get rich
Cause life ain't nuttin but
to say you're a ho
(But I ain't got nothing)
But, bitch, I'm doin' bad and I'm broke
(Bitch, I ain't got nothing)
I'm on the grind ho, I'm on the grind ho
yet I still slam
Not tryin to say that no one can get with me
Not only is it the lyrics I write, it's my delivery
Name one rapper that you know who
Yo yo whassup Ice man you look upset brother
Yo man, I got a lot of things on my mind man
But I don't know if I should put it on this record,
thats fo sho
Who you know keep the girls screamin' askin fo mo?
Thats us they say we dance too much, but its a must we must dance
We badboyz and we cant
up and smack on your ho
Bitch ain't nothin but meat on a stick
Only job in life is to please a dick
Don't ever let her forget that you run shit
black hair
But this girl was ugly
I mean her body was through
But after four drinks or more
She looked like Paula Abdul
You know what baby? You
black hair
But this girl was ugly
I mean her body was through
But after four drinks or more
She looked like Paula Abdul
You know what baby? You
balls?
You act like you don't do it
But you know ain't nuthin' to it
Don't play like you ain't been through it
Fit to blow dick like ain't nuthin' to it
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