Lyrics:
on the turntables
Ant Live I don't need you collectin the dough
And Little Daddy since you my brother
get yo' ass on in here
Cause we gettin ready to take things
you fuck with a daily crowd so nigga just turn your ass out
Whenever you ready to rumble my nigga just meet us outside of the club
Ready to slang slugs
her
She be sucking my dick and lil n***a you kiss her
Yuh B***h lets go
You know we smoking exotic
I need the coupe turbo with no milage
You say you get
Mr. Man I know you see me walking by
Moves with the nikes and my shoes always fly
You know that song about the suit and the tie
Yeah my man J wrote
Things've changed
You can feel
You know it's never gonna be the same
Paralyzed
By the size
Of all the things we did not intend
Say goodbye
paid to do it
Thinking to my self cold world beat the odds by a inch
Was getting close failure
Keep saying ill get a milli befo I reach 37
Tell em kiss
the side
U got that wet drip slippery
Issa slip n slide
N it grip tightt
Ima kiss on them thighs
Make yo eyes rolls up
Have yo ass feeling u gone die
Fuck a fuck boy
Trying a put me on to game
N***a
Did it by myself
Hip yourself to my name
Boy
Oh my
You don't understand my
Noise
Push back if you
shake
She glides
Up n down
My lap
N kiss my neck
The best strip show
c nigga won't forget
We in ecstasy
Like we on ecstasy
Yes this drug
Dawg Ima Vet to these fiends
Kiss the baby I been popp'n my shit
Ben count fetty I been count'n up the grips
Don't I think they ready, Awready
See we
a nigga like my left hand
It wasn't all this at first, till we just kept prayin'
Now I'm on-and you a bad ass bitch, Yes ma'am
And oh yes ma'am as soon
snappers, speaker slappers
The wickeder rapper the dapper rapper's when I flap my trapper
Got that ass gassed by Amoco, you know you ain't man to go
Chorus
I want an O.NS.
Release my stress
Be my blessing
Keep pumping and pressing
I want an O.N.S
Release my stress
Be my blessing
Keep Pumping
nut in her mouth
Then you gave her a kiss
I don't really care shit you tasting my kids
Can't be a dlo song without a fucking diss
Nigga why you mad you
one shot from making the headlines
So quick niggas are quarters and dead lines
Shakin' the bed time, they checking my barcode
A.T.F, I.N
Holly is a girl I know
Glistening as a trash ass hoe
My body would be a land of dreams
Seamed to the middle of Cali fiends
Sea of creams and Holly
is kiss and let me play with they vagina
I got my freshen up, I put on my chucks, also down with pluck
Th finest watch on the playground, the one
Shawty got ass yea
Shawty gone shake it fast yea
Shawty a pro yea
Baby say she ain't no hoe yea
Raccin up dough
Staccin' that bitch by the rolls yea
Purple Rain in the drought
Stunti'n on hoes
Brushin' off my shirt
But ain't nothin' on my clothes
'Cept my chain
My name
Young H-O
Pitch the yay
you're man hard hard wen son on my dick
'cause I can get his ass body plus frun him a brick
Got a chick named superhed she give superhed
Jus moved in
You pussy n**ga, I can tell
LeLabo on my for the smell
You hoes wanna kiss and tell
Damn, I’m the man
Tryna fuck me for some bands huh
Throwing
Ayy
Look, sex I need some wet shit
Neck, I need some Becky
Yeah, I'm a lil' mannish
Kiss on your belly
Yeah, she got that wet shit
Yeah, she
gon escape by Smothering my face into the eternal abyss
My girl walked by so i blew her a kiss
The leaves on the trees blew off in the wind
When i smoke
clap, clap (clap) Yo case dismissed
Tell the judge kiss your ass, dumb ass bitch
Animal bud, animal thug, animal blood, Yo
Show my niggaz like
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