Lyrics:
Yeah
And I switch it up
She a model
She walk the runway
Ayy, model
Can you run that my way?
She a model
She walk the runway
Ayy, model
bitch)
[Hook]
Dana, you can bang her
(Ah but it hurts so good)
Dana, you can bang her
(Ah but it hurts so good) There she go right there, loook, look,
the bottle of red wine".
We'll just sit and watch the world go by.
Don't hesitate.
No, it's not too late.
Don't hesitate.
No, it's not too late.
Ooh
Ooh
up while I get behind it
Now go ahead and do your thing girl
Let it loose, let it go, let it hang girl
Now shake what your momma gave you for daddy
a delirium bottle it now
We can sell it somehow
Pick up the pieces one by one
Future needs a flame
Stop what's left of your soul
From running down
The minute I wake up I gotta get high
The homies we found us a way to get by
Let's call us some bitches and have a good time
A lot of bottles
Man you got it all worked out, don't you, old pair of shoes
Never wear your heart on your sleeve 'cause it don't go with the suit
You got a bad,
Go Go Go Go Go Go
I wanna see ya
Go Go Go Go Go Go Go
I wanna see ya
Whoa
Shawty shape just like a coke bottle
I Slid in the DM as soon as I hit follow
malfunctions)
Bitch, I get money, can tell by my clothes (can tell by my clothes)
She a baddie, come follow instructions (follow instructions)
I'll go to hell
the day I die fuck hoes smoke tree
We bustin' up the yak you and rollin' OG
Got bottles under table the tab they 4G
And I put it on me, me, me
I put it
fucked up kicks on
Next is a small tank top, the spot, shot it up
Beat you in your face wit a rope knotted up
'Cause we don't give a fuck,
a teacher
You're a b-boy, I'm a scholar
If this was a class, well it would go right under drama
See kings lose crowns but teachers stay intelligent
dude slangin' pack by the border
I love my life, I live it twice, 'cause it's up to me sorta
You a fool with a mental disorder, and it's probably your
on pot
Now she full throttle
I emptied the bottle she emptied the pot
Now it's tomorrow
She woke up in regret, I woke up in sorrow
Told her to leave
float funny when you surfin' the water
I'm that dude slangin' pack by the border
I love my life, I live it twice, cause it's up to me sorta
You
One two three go
Check it out this song I wrote is
Dumb Dada
Dumb Dada
My style is Dumb Dada
Dumb
My skull so thick it's Dumb Dada
And I am okay with
I'm breaking myself down every day
Empty whiskey bottles piling up
I'm wrong, just won't admit to my fault
Where do I go
I'm running, keep running
to have it your way
Get dough or die, floss at all costs
Cash out and mash out, brought to you by
Grand Hustle and Young Money
I hope you niggas brung money
dang dang dang (yea yea)
Walla walla walla bang bang what a dang thang (yea yea oh yea yea oh)
[E-40]
Its smoky up in here, so open up the vents
We
Yo, so let's get the mic burned, open it up
Yes I, check it out
It's like, you listen to the musician
Umbilical mic, my syllable strikes ya vision
I
inside the Matrix
Out in Hollywood gettin' chased
By some agents
Sayin' they can verify your page
And make you internet famous
All that brainwashing is bad
To the sound of breaking glass & sirens calling
Bricks & bottles in the street
Alert the police, it's a state of emergency
And the traffic lights all go
Verse
Put your hand up baller throw your bands up ladies stand up go shake that ass girl it a party it a party don’t be mad for we popping bottles getting
the county jail
Now he's back, for now at least
Hey Violent J's in this bitch ass piece!
What up y'all? (What up?) What's happenin'?
It's been six
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