Lyrics:
Shoulda taken the job at the Warhol Museum
Maybe Lou Reed would show
And I could see him walk by
Jonner didn't write much
I didn't write much
If we
Sex so addictive that we fucking all the time
Girl you so wet i love da way you slip n slide
I jus wanna get you by yourself and blow your mind
Wake up, thank god for my pay stub
Collect my peso
Only thing on my mental, making instrumentals
40 oz's by the case loads
Got to know I love ganja,
Need you by my side
I'm feeling your cool all night all day
With you by my side
Oh baby girl cha chacha
Put me on lockdown
Baby girl you told me you
for you, so what you cha gonna do?
When your back is up against the wall,
Get away from it all and then you stand tall
You know you're by yourself,
woman up in my home
But they swear I get a lot
I got that bag if you want it
Baby girl just say the word
Take my hand if we dance
Then I'm gon hold you by
ba-by
Come as you are, come as you are I like it that way
See me I can
I can get cha head on steady
I can change the purpose
The motive
Ya mind-frame
like I’m Popeyes
Shake it to the tune, make it move like the cha cha
Gotta hit the woo
When I groove, got me sky high
Pennies I don’t fly by
Stack it
a war now I see
Kill the competition I’m the only nominee
Yuh, be patient
Nah fuck all of that it’s just me and time we racin’
Cha-Ching chasin’
Filling
type of bands
That get you knocked off by yo mans
I’m trynna spinna again
Give this gun a cleanse
We got plenty guns
We tote f&ns
I’m trynna spinna again
She a bad bad mamacita
Tiene mucho alma y es muy bonita
Body banging like the waves down by Costa Rica
Quiero conocer a esta chica
She a bad bad
[Manny Fresh]
I told ya fuckin' ass I be back
In a brand new Fleetwood Cadillac
License plate say money makin' nigga fa sho
Chillin' by ya boy house
girlie hangin by the chocha
Hangin and we're swingin it
I think she like the way I came this year
Oh what a cha cha, I mean what a muchacha
Dancin
LB be'ness
Yeah, I go by the name of Khrysis
(My nigga Khrysis on the beat)
One half of the Away Team
And right now, you in tuned to the biggest
crowds gettin' smashed by da barracades.Red
an Blue be muggin' on both side 3-Ward niggas talkin' bout take it out side.An
them muthafuckin' GD's they got
Trap nigga I came up by slimmin' P's (yeah, yeah)
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, get 'em
I just left the trap, pulled up
I'm ready for war
Napalm bomb strickin' close range I'm raw
You can't star, blinded by the gleam of the par
I teach y'all the Soopafly ways
of life
Would you tell me what's equity babe
When there's cold blood spread out on the floors
When my mixed boy is system'ed to hate me
By the cold war
collide but only one can die
See our seas bleed and they're going dry
Never watch the days drift by
Entwined minds never move
I wish I was always wrong so
Khoon de aa rishte khoon hi bahunde (My blood family spills my blood)
Aj vi a mainu dead name na balunde (They still call me by my dead name)
Shartan
Crazy…hurricanes
Going coast to coastal
Bring it in by the boat load
Drippy…wavy
currently not on the boat though
On ya grave doing the cha-cha
While ya girl gimme
Aye so many people done switched up on me
Now a lot of feelings got mixed up on me
All my ops done linking up on me
Spin a block by myself no codi
No
the gangsters (uh, come on)
Anything goes when we ride (when we ride)
Even with my little shorty by my side
Nuh long talk, nuh bag of noise (nuh bag
you know you want me
You kiss and caress me, hug me up girl
Booty by by by by
Love me girl, you know you want me
So kiss and caress me, love me up girl
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