Lyrics:
Ay, yo' check this out, supreme figga nigga Big Kap
Rockin' with Lil' Jon, Eastside Boyz, Chyna Whyte (Ludacris, nigga)
$hort Dog (ay, tell them
Money son, I live a life of cheddar
Not a rat though, hat low, Nikes is leather
Lil' ma twist two, get my life together
Your bitch meet me at the bar
crack the Sunrise Tequila
Kill the Margarita, here's a 50, get some more cheeba
The ghetto trooper, so spark up the Bu-Buddha
My thoughts'll stay nasty
You ain't trying to hot box with me, I swing hard liquor
Going down by the second round, all hail the underground
How that sound? Xzibit backing
message
Thought this shit was just rap
Ion give a fuck where you from lil nigga
Throwing up my set
Got fucked over showing too much love
I was trying my
ain't no telling what you got
Bitch don't come around on my block trying to flex that Lil box
Ain't got cap yea I did it Yea I hollered for yo digits
But
like brrrump bump bump
Crack I crease sound like a big bitch
In the back trying get up out a little nigga trunk
Turn heads for I even hit the block
the bag, I heard you was hurtin'
Tryna get thirty big, by the time I'm thirty
You bought that jewelry and put on your neck
And I heard it was turnin'
but the head a lil better
Whenever i fuck her mouth she get wetter (She do)
She wanna have a baby i just might let her (I might)
She wanna have a baby i
lay them out like a futon
J o rappin trying to get a deal like groupon
Niggas only get a lul bread like a cruton
The bag that Im blowing on Husky Ukon
I
Dopeness, Dopeness, Dopeness
I say lil b**** you too nasty
You can take my card, you ain't gotta ask me
She a freak but she know I like em classy
ruff baby I wanna skeet
Drunk sex
Watch me get on top I'm a cowgirl
Im a ride the beat
He coming for me but No cumming in me
Im nasty lil bitch got him
Boosie Badazz
Look like we got a problem, baby baby (Lil' mama)
Time ain't on my hands (Time ain't on my hands)
Look like we got a problem (We
Shari Banks get nasty real nasty I'm talking nasty Yeah un huh
Hello baby how you doing can I see you
I don't mean to be progressive I just really
Lil Uzi
I get it, I get it, I get it
I get it, I get it, I get it
Count up my guap, I get it
Oh, I'm gettin' a lil' headache
Wait, where's my
Ay, yo' check this out, supreme figga nigga Big Kap
Rockin' with Lil' Jon, Eastside Boyz, Chyna Whyte (Ludacris, nigga)
$hort Dog (ay, tell them
stock end baby
You put the G in the dub, we hot fuckin' in the tub
I ain't trippin' off baby, so why you trippin' off 'cause
I'm trying to get my money
get away
I'm mixing uppers and the downers praying I don't hurt myself
Please don't push me cause its in me I'm not trying hurt no one else
Niggas
on they body (blrrrd)
Blocked up like it's Tetris (it's terries)
Need to get off my block, you ain't sellin' narcotics
You know me by 30, better not
a lil' crazy, taking my chances
She get nasty
Yeah
She get nasty
Mm
Call me
Met her last weekend, she turned demon
We slutted each other, fuck it we even
Hey
Hey
Double R’s in the front this ain’t no Benz
Hey
Nasty Bitch
Hey
Hey
Hey
Get on the block and get my chips quick
Oh you instagram model
Let me
Boosie Badazz
Real shit
Since I was a lil' nigga, this dude was my homie
Cops on the corner, he the one who will warn me
Never showed the lead,
Sex him well, get him high, he might fuck around and die
[1 - Lil' Kim]
I guess you know by now who's number one
Brooklyn, Brooklyn that's where I'm
feel good"
Ciara can get it too, Olivia I'm feelin you
I need lips like Fantasia, put me to sleep
Talk nasty like Trina (ooohhh!), I need me a freek
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