Lyrics:
[G-Quikk]
Unh....yeah...
I got that Boot Camp Clicc in this muthafucka tonight
Me & my nigga 'Cise....
We done hooked some smooth shit up for
I shoot through the fabric
I'm like Carter, I'm shootin' with Magic
Ain't no bottle, but niggas be cappin'
You 41K, you get put in the past tense
Like
you
Fuck with me I'm a thug
You already know how we come I'm
In the hood where the drugs, and the slugs
Nigga already know just how we gone come
You pay
asphalt dust
Metallic horse gallop in a hillside
Pipes echo from the trees
Shakin' as we all roll by
Moss on my roof, but only on the south side
Marks on my
to
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come following you
Though you might hear laughing, spinning, swinging
Hittin liquids like a skipped rock
Swimming in it I might slip off
Shakin it until I get off
Bling bling, look at my wrist watch
We got aim like a red dot
What a rush when I buck straight from this rhyme called cush
Give it up, what's up?
Tag Team's musics always in the cut
So c'mon let me see you sweat
felons and I stay stich-lip
Best believe I ain't telling Twinkie Bands fat
Strollie, yeah, I did it by myself
And you ain't no hood trophy if you ain't put
with a mind blown
And don't you tell me you sorry, lil' baby, star choked
He started yappin' by the skits, man, I thought he was jokin
I'm hella strong,
by your side
You won't need them boots or the furs
Give it to you proper, yes sir
Stay the night, baby here's a shirt
(I just need you next
it grimy 90s
They try to steal my thunder, but know I keep the lightning
I see what you need, baby, lil' soufend in your life
Siva give you spins,
(I go by the name of Myke Storm)
Barely had a dime to my name name
But now I got the world in my hands
My other hand occupied with 100 grand
I was
forget, Bolo, Footloose
You know, the incomparable DJ G.I
Kim Lumpkin, Bizzy, Spores (you heard)
Marcus, Mr. Mark Pitts, L.A. Reid
Drew, Tyvee, Success,
the middle
Twerk a lil
I been off up in this club for a while
All these women dancin and they dancing like they wild
Ex girl still callin and she do it by
Now on the runway in la
The girls be catching vapors and its strictly hey hey
And I say hey hey and they say who you
And I say that I'm the man they
Tsss, I got to take some time to myself real quick, like, I got to go on, like, a lil' drive real quick, ma
I'ma be back, like, I'ma let you know
The range in hip hop is crazy
Really gets to me lately
They Lil Yatchy
I'm lil shotty by how you gauge it
Damn
Same story
I just flip through
about my ass at the hair salon
You already know what time it is
Mr. nasty time so get crunk in here
[chorus:]
I like it when she stompin' poppin'
When I'm pattin' my side, I ain't shakin' my hip
I'm just makin' sure I got the blick
Up it in traffic, shit got a kick
You dip, he dip, she dip, we
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 kissin'
a few dime pieces
The L-Y-T-E, I cram to understand and
The R-A-H D and me E-D
Hey Mr. DJ, give a jigga-jigga back spin
If you do like this, then
exotic, might spend it all
I spit it clear, I'm all in her ear, like what you say we get your lil' friend involved
Cut up baby, give me hella jaw, she's
show me how that body gon' work
I like all that seduction
She gotta lil' closer over and over
Shakin' that butt'in
I got sucked in
I gotta show her whats
make her Mrs. (nah, huh huh)
My money dumb, my money stupid
If you seen the way I make that chopper work, you know I ain't the one to fool with
Two years
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