Lyrics:
gon' renovate this bitch and fuck up your world, yeah
She by my side, we parallel
If I get locked then she postin' the bail
And she been seein'
and linguine (Phew)
My luggage Gucci, I'm G ain't no Fendi (Gucci)
Head nigga like Boosie, bitch by the Trina
The coupe is red and ruby (red)
Somewhere
seen, popped pills, I felt depressed
I love my bitch so much, set up her ex, she felt upset
I'm obsessed with gettin' my people rich, ask Lil' Mike
the vibe, that's word to Five, yo
Beef, we 'bout to resolve, yo
Pull up on a opp, do we have a problem?
Hmm, hold up, shorty, hold up, bitch
Please
stop,
Rest in peace boo I owe u a lot,
Got my phone called Boosie, say let's go to the top,
So my lil' dog doin' 5, I'm a hold him a spot,
40
weed, park
See now we smart
We ain't retards the way teachers thought
Hold up, hold fast, we make more cash
Now tell my mama I belong in that slow
sight tonight's the night to get hyped
And fight for what's wrong, fuck what's right!
And by the way, my name is Dre
So listen up motherfucker to what I
Say, 10
Let's hear this shit, Rell (ha, ha)
Horrid, run it up (Lil Top)
I don't give a fuck, man, look (nigga, yeah)
Look, look
"YoungBoy,
I'll end up pulling that trigger
Bump'n that old boosie
I'm supa fly
Big thug'n in a suit n tie
Everytime I come thru
They be looking like
Yeah who am I
Heffey:
"I'm in the booth right now, bitch!"
Heffey: "Hmm? Huh?!"
Heffey: "They hating!"
Juice: "Lil bitch!"
Run up them bands
Count up that cash
Run
for you and yo friends
Glock hold Five with a Glock 23 by my side I gotta treat em like twins
She told you she wasn't gonna cheat on you no more
But she
made it
They tried to count me out
But I count my checks
Boosie told em that
[Hook Intro: Boosie Badazz]
Just told my lil' dawg
[Hook: Boosie Badazz]
fire
Nd nobody can save u Private Ryanz
Hold up hold up hold up
I made u papa I AM
U betta ease by em cause my Glock a lion yea
I'm at tha top I'm
Quit your crying lady
We can conquer the world
Pack a lil' love for the evening, let me hold you tight
Don't be worried about my problems believe
on me
Water
Drip game
Water
Number 1
Starter
Steady moving wit my guard up
Snakes niggas get crossed up
U lil niggas gotta boss up
Boss up boss up
Been
Told my bitch "drop out of school
I could hold you up" (ay)
Keep on running that lil' mouth
We gon' fold you up (ay)
Bitch we booted up (ay)
Talking
on a lincon on robbers
Lookin' for the finest dime, to wine and dine
Later on I'm tryin' to climb behind ya spine
Hold up lil mama, slow ya ass down
Pick it
them how these lil' hoes
They been runnin' and fuckin' with niggas who we wanna shoot up
Come on her hard, no one smoother and cooler
Chains on my
rollin' in a Gee the Gee is on E
He's quick to hit you up with the two fingers spread (whats up?)
Don't roll that shit (whats up?) and hold that shit
Man, you know what I'm sayin'
Snitches get stitches
You know what I'm sayin'
Motherfucker gotta hold up
Roll up or get fold up and swole up
You know what
Gumballfan12
She hate her mama like she Gypsy
Come here baby hold my dick just like a frisbee
Callin up my producer man where da zips be
If I have
mama
I turned up my sister, show love to my brother
I be likin' all my stylists
Hold on, haircut fresh by stylist
Hold on, new coupe, ain't no
That's your girl? Then you better hold her tightly (tightly)
Better do the right thing, nigga, Spike Lee (Spike Lee)
If you boss up, then you can be just
Quit your crying lady
We can conquer the world
Pack a lil' love for the evening, let me hold you tight
Don't be worried about my problems believe
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