Lyrics:
Luv and my nigga Young Lay
Spit that shit
Cuddies perved by the corner, stout, herb
Got me twisted, mo' cold killin murders
Them brothers gettin'
as a rock
So shake ya booty, girl, smack the devil and raise the flag
And let Marquis bless and watch that ass!
Luke:
Damn, Mixx, get yo' face out that
Penetrate at a crazy rate
This ain't thirty-eight
Hit 'em at point blank range
And watch 'em radiate
Runnin' out of ammunition
I'm done wit' 'em
You ask me
Penetrate at a crazy rate
This ain't thirty-eight
Hit 'em at point blank range
And watch 'em radiate
Runnin' out of ammunition
I'm done wit' 'em
You ask me
license to Kill I knock your
Block off of that Rocky yo lady keep choosing to rock with a boss
So I've bent her ass down on Versace
I made her yell watch
Because my brother is 6th Avenue
I got that point out of my blood
All I know is how to lead teams
I grew up around, no kinda games from T.N.
As IPs,
Boy, I got lyrics for the brain
You faker than them new heads calling me by my nickname
I shatter an ego quick
I be that chick
The wrong people gon'
We came out the womb hot as brimstone
Been wanting this shit since the flip phone
Reppin this shit til we dead and gone
Yeah shod that's my brother
out the chair for ur lady
12 on my back dawg I feel like Tom Brady
I got my beats and my brothers and we rolling tree
By the sea but you know we still
to pray for ya ladies and pray for you niggas
You niggas act like some bitches it's crazy
Bitches is crazy cuz
I'm with my brothers in arms
I'm with my
with that brother Chuckie D, he swear he nice?"
I said, "Yo, the brother don't swear he nice, he knows he's nice", you know what I'm saying
So Chuck,
Yo Chuck, bust a move man
I was on my way up here to the studio, ya know what I'm sayin'
And this brother stop me and aks me
"Yo wassup with that
(stress)
To my girls that's lookin' their best
Won't you go and show it off for us?
(Ladies, go on, throw your hands up)
And if he's all in your head
the kids that think I'm comin' wit it
Brother just watch me
A shoe is called a crep
A big party is a fete
Ya'll takin about, "Watch where you goin'"
We
for a waiter
Is watch the doorknob hit me where the dirty dog shoulda' bit me
That was my train of thought, but for so long I fought
Now I'm
doubt
Step out, show me what you all about
Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse
Pull your G-string down South, aoowww
Threw that back out
Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse
Pull your G-string down South, aoowww
Threw that back out, in the parking lot
By a Cherokee and a green drop-top
Yeah, watch this
[Big Shug]
Young ladies, fly ladies, young ladies in the house
[Patra]
Yeah, this is Patra, the Queen of the Dancehall
Teamin'
And all that other fat shit like that, ha-ha
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need
And all that other fat shit like that, ha-ha
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up,
the ho up
You bogus running out on your kids my nigga grow up
For God's sake, like a wedding, cutting large cake
For large stakes let the hammer bang
blouse
Pull your G-string down South, aoowww
Threw that back out, in the parking lot
By a Cherokee and a green drop-top
And I don't stop, until I squirt
with your instant replay
Or, deckin like Tekken
So, show some respect when respect is given to you
And, watch out for the forty too
Fake curve
the same
And is down right danger to a brother
And little Miss Fortune surely became
Unfortunately just like her mother, hey
You gotta watch out for
.jpg/199px-The_Swon_Brothers_(22156089649).jpg "The Swon Brothers")
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