Lyrics:
Check spit that dope shit bitch I'm John gotti
Cold body I don't fear nobody
Keep that pole by me
So grimey labels won't sign me
Cause they know
lay it on down, just lay it on down
While we relax to the tight raps, and the fat tracks
That a nigga Timbaland put down
Oh yes, let's get it
It's a party when I go up in the sto'
Shoppin' while I'm zooted off the dro'
Rollin like a nigga that just came up on a mill'
And I got 'em sweepin'
sister
Beans in da console
Liq in my system
Cannot get right
Story of my life
Bet he get left fore I fuck it up twice
Chicken and rice
Hot sauce no spice
delicatessen even dishing them while they're well wishing
You see me bread winning
I keep it hot in Hell's Kitchen
Let's keep it hot keep it hot
Let's keep it
get her when she sleeps
I walk her down slow Jason Voorhees
Its my turn now time for me to take over
Foolies out here acting like no limit soldiers
Hot
victim to wax, spitting, bring out the white chalk
All for the gingerbread, we get it and get lost
Catch me if you can, I'm runnin' past while y'all walk
me, think about it..
Let's just say somebody gave me a check to think about it..
So I just bought a new Rollie and got to take a link up out it
takes to get that bag even if you gotta take something
Don't let your future be your past get off yo ass and make money hmmm
You should be getting it
"Can you get me breakfast?
Oh and John's here too, you remember John?
He's the one I was sleeping with while you were gone?
He's hungry too, so if you
the hot box
Swerving off the lot let the top drop
Busting out the racks and get to thumbing through it
N****s talk like hoes but never come and do it
island outta the Congos
I have not encountered violent exchange through a convo
So I don't holler I do the bodies, Janes and John Does
We can kick it
love niggas (I rely on Bed-Stuy to shut it down if I die)
And while you niggas talk shit, we count bank figures (let's go)
Yeah, I Momma, Miss Ivana
love niggas (I rely on Bed-Stuy to shut it down if I die)
And while you niggas talk shit, we count bank figures (let's go)
Yeah, I Momma, Miss Ivana
see
Won't you come over check up on it, I'ma let you work up on it
Ladies let 'em check up on it, watch him while he check up on it
Dip it, pop it
a hot dog readin' the Holy Qu'ran, while I'm on the john
Tired of wearin' this yellow thong
Take it back Sisqo, you know where it belongs
Now here's
Un
All dese niggas do is pop shit get It done
I been feeling like John wick With the guns
I been feeling like big Meech With da funds
Lil momma told
cars
These are all the things that make me fuckin' rock hard
Yea, a lot gets me excited
Let me enlighten, my smile brightens
When I'm bumpin' privates
V it's all in my jeans like Sean John
All my niggas, let's do it
All my bitches floorin' that ass, let's do it
Looks a crooked eye motherfucker,
that night her hot
Humpy performance of "Anaconda" was part of
A medley, and it was followed by a quick
Costume change that didn't quite reach
"When you hot, you hot"
I said "Yeah?"
When you're hot, you're hot
And when you're not, you're not
Put all the money in and let's roll 'em again
"When you hot, you hot"
I said "Yeah?"
When you're hot, you're hot
And when you're not, you're not
Put all the money in and let's roll 'em again
Ay, ay, ay, uh huh
Let these rappers tell it, they on top, but niggas not
Let these rappers tell it, they been hot, but niggas not
Didn't your mama
wrong or right
Just beat it, beat it
Just beat it, beat it
Just beat it, beat it
Just beat it, beat it
They're out to get you, better leave while
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