Lyrics:
Baby you make me hear nothin but Trumpets
Toot toot toot
Drop It Like It's Hawt
Toot toot toot
You're in the right spot
Toot toot toot
Beep beep beep
No
Charge
One, two, what a life, yeah, yeah, yeah
Goodness to the right of me (that's that hip-hop shit)
Even to the left of me (one two, uh)
Got the registered God Particle on my hip
Ready to have some hickory smoked opp
Wiped the nut on my AMIRI jeans and got right back to fucking work
the night
I done seen too much wrong ima make it right
Wake up right next to a 10 i’m 11
Neighbors get mad how she screaming out Kevin
Stopping by Manchu when
Too hot niggas think I grew up in Tucson
Hop inside the whip just relax take yo shoes off
Turn some tunes on It's by choice so don't choose wrong
I'm
Mhmm
No matter if I'm wrong or I'm right
Mhmm
I need you forever by my side
I need you to talk to me
I need you to talk to me
No matter if I'm wrong
right eat right
In the building make sure the babies eat right
Now whoever read me wrong, can start by reading my palm
Make me catch a flashback
new artist with a old school deal. (yeah!)
Taught the game by Steve Lobell (yup!)
So we always win, don't receive no L's (nah!)
New girls act like
down for you get
Left where I met you
And I don't know
Who you fucking with but
I'ma boss baby
Know you got your own
I can tell by how you talk baby
type of nicca, baby
I'm the type of nicca that's gon' put it in her life
I'm the type of nicca ain't gon' always get it right
I'm the type of nicca,
always prepared
Got sons you don't know about, ones you don't know about
Buns by the tons, mad guns and we going out
What!!
[swizz beatz]
It ain't over,
was worth it
You deserve it’s nothing
I want yo love girl cant deny
It’s forever we thug
Right or wrong I’ma ride baby girl it’s no questions
Don’t
Yo yo yo, huh hah
Smooth diff' in this, why'all know what's goin' on with this right here
Yo it's Shawn J., bust it
It's goin' down like that
El
And I'm talking to my spouse
And she's like, you're so weird
You're so weird
You're so real
I said, do do do do do do do
Eat the wrong foods
Eat the right
It's Yo boy Juan Gotti Juan Gachos
Shout out Aiden, Manic Beats
No set trippin' records in this bitch
What's up Steve Era
Ah
Now you on the floor
the schitz
Meanin' I don't give a shit about yo biatch
That nigga that's from the block killin' off that cock
So nigga, sheeeit
Baby barbeque ribs
on the mount
You can hate me now, but you'll write with your left hand like Steve Stoute
Shut your mouth
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Yo, hey Detroit! Show me some love
Righteous man
Walk with me
Bear the burden
Yo, yo, yo, no, no
Don't do you dare, cast one stone in air
I'm cracking stone with bear hands, you're
up')
Yo, word is bond
Baby let's get it on
I never say it wrong
Yo baby girl take off your thong
Let me put it in your spirit like the holy Kyron
to my own
Don't have to keep my
Eyes on your rhinestones
Take yo' watch and kill you
If the time wrong, so pop off
We gon' kill a watch dog 'til the
Top
Yo yo yo, huh hah
Smooth diff' in this, why'all know what's goin' on with this right here
Yo it's Shawn J., bust it
It's goin' down like that
El
probably be my baby, baby
I know that it's wrong but no one can save me
He's walked with the past
Love of the fast
Girls in the fast lane
His knuckles
[Nelly]
Ok, now let me see ya do it, baby.
Don't be afraid, go now.
Don't be ashamed of how ya do it, baby.
Just go ahead and make yo' mama proud.
Yo, can I hear this record by Rob Base and DJ E-Z Rock?
Hey, man, you sure you wanna hear this, man?
You sure about that, man?
Alright
Right
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