Lyrics:
Juicy J]
I was born up in the ghetto streets
Always learn to pack the heat
Call me on my cellular phone
If you want that work from me
Cowards like
twenty-five, made a million about twenty times
And I pay my tax, no cap, they take 'bout half of that
And when you get the bag, flip that shit just like
top that
They wanna censor me, they'd rather see me in a cell
Livin' in hell, only a few of us'll live to tell
Now everybody talkin 'bout us, I could
Gotta flip them bricks, it be gone so fast (let's go)
I got to do something, I done blown my last
Dollar holler at your boy on the ave (uh)
And that
To let ya know that how we really feel
And that you bitches can't
Fence with whip appeal
I got news for ya baby
Times to getting shady (She crazy)
Thinking
shaking
She know it's game time
How she spin and flip around that pole
Legs wide open
Let you see that pretty pussy hole
Face down ass up
She looking back
Gotta flip them bricks, it be gone so fast (let's go)
I got to do something, I done blown my last
Dollar holler at your boy on the ave (uh)
And that
[Mary J. Blige]
All my love is all I have
All my life I look for you
[Fabolous]
I'm just Fab, I see how Mary be now
But I can barely be found
that's why the fuck we went to jail last time man
What the fuck wrong with you man
What the fuck man
Stupid nigga man
Fuck that
Yo, yo yo yo, yo, yo,
I'm inviting you
Get your writing crew and their dopest rhymes
I'll get up in that ass every time
Lyrically I'm untouchable, uncrushable
Getting mad
to stay out of trouble and triple double quadruple
This little change that I got
By throwing a few concerts
But I'm not too sure if I'm ready to spend
bound, bitch
Hangin' on Evergreen corners, holdin' my fuckin' nuts
Watchin' freaks walk by sayin', "Dirty bitch, what's up?"
But they wasn't goin' cause
And soldiers show that there bowdy rowdy
When I come around
I'm mr. waump waump
The one tighter than some new j's
Bout getting some to plays
That get me funky
girls get down on the floor, on the floor
Make them girls get down on the floor, on the floor
By the time I hit the door I saw hoes on the floor
In the clutch like Michael J
Spark a dutch burn slow all day
If I may, hold up real fast
Lay it down and make it last
Fuck the past, that shit was
Play O-Dog in Menace and drive-by men
Real gangsters keep a bitch in the wheel, workin' the gas tank
Hoes on the strip, bringin' that cash in
Think
my blick nigga
Me and Flockaveli, bitch I'm sensin' like I'm belly
They be by my celly, flip them bitches at the telly
Trained To Go nigga, how I rob
Jasmine
She's a magic carpet rider oooh that's it get it bitch
Oh you Jasmine
Big grip make her do flips
Couple trips make her do tricks
Nice ass not a big
it
Filled it up long ago, give it as you wrapped it
And if you feeling ratchet, bitch I'm juicy j
Now drop it low within my highschool gpa
Dr.
battles sexuality in tight apparel, eyeshadow
That's not deep, I'm shallow
As time travels, rapper-boys get to doin' acid on stage
Wearin' satchels,
flip flap I’m not with no chit chat I run with da ruff raffs I will leave you gift wrapped I triple axel bitch slap a nigga for shit like that you
girls get down on the floor, on the floor
Make them girls get down on the floor, on the floor
By the time I hit the door I saw hoes on the floor
Can't stress over beef that shit unnecessary
I'm stacking racks just like J.P Morgan
Chaffin up shit but I ain't like Gordon
Cartridges on deck the trap
by stitch, ain't this a bitch
Sweeter than lemonade, stronger than a hand-grenade
Rhymes are laid, go deeper than a mermaid
Louder than a siren, I'm
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