Lyrics:
ain't about the bag or the fam don't call me
And yeah it's like that period said i couldn't rap finna show them now im serious
Them wreck babies got them
shit, dawg, you niggas don't know nothin', The only nigga we ever had in our motherfuckin' city, That nigga name is Sir Mix-A-Lot, But I'm not no Sir
sold out, turnin young hoes
Tell her baby, no doubt, stick this dick in yo' mouth
I smoked a lot of weed, I said a lot of rhymes
Always fucked up in
Traded in the trucks for a silver drop top
Drug money flowin'
Jealousy is growin'
Paranoia got him second guessin'
D-T's on his back got him stressin'
Reminiscent of your curly head yo baby hairs felt gentle
Booty bouncing to the tempo
Hot and ready like a egg roll
I go down like decrescendo
She got sexy
able to control this?
I know some fok' that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard the explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane
in a foreign door, foreign shit with a foreign bitch
Been in a corner, I got sirs waitin' for a fix
Bend her over, she won't throw it back, standing
You don't wanna get stretched in here
I'd break your neck
But you ain't had a neck in years
Sir Mix-a-Lot, you're goin' 'gainst the best
It's clear
This the graveyard shift all black window tint
Ain't no problem beat 'em down sit back take a sip
Four to four we down and out two biddies in the mix
that
Bitch Im so hot I be smoking expensive
All of the straps that we got have extensions
Don't give a fuck if you think its offensive
Because baby
coming back for you one day
You can see it from afar, we were riding that wave
Blinded by the lights, and it's something I crave
We didn't want
Why wasn't they able to control this?
I know some folk that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard explosions
Same shit happened back
niggas in every cell
From my block to the world, gave the glock to my girl
Don't mix the kids with the biz'
Baby, the industry's hell worth it
Oh, I
been acting strange by the way that you texting lately
You speak in code not the type of code when I'm just speaking to the bros
It's like every word got
Officer
I'm in shock, there a lot going on
Oh huh that's how you treat people
Ages after ages finally we free from slave shit
Is America baby I take you
in the blessing)
When It's All Said And Done
Reach back like "81"
Best believe I got hands
Net-worth gettin' higher by the year
Cause we gettin' bands
off it
Shawty really off it (Shawty really off it!)
Never ever stressin'
Cause we got a lot of options (Cause we got a lot of options!)
Pull up
hear a lot of noise
I'm Lil Baby, so, it's only right I got a lot of toys
I'm like damn 'em if they hatin'
She been stuck for a few days
These jeans
got him second guessin'
D-T's on his back got him stressin'
He was at the light blazin' up traum
Around the corner came a tinted out Yukon
Ten slugs in
sold out, turnin' young hoes
Tell her baby, no doubt, stick this dick in yo' mouth
I smoked a lot of weed, I said a lot of rhymes
Always fucked up in
Some of y'all
Ain't gonna dig this here
Thinkin I got balls
For this mix right here
And I owe it all
To my past wives tears
Cuz I've done it all
get back skillz, my get back skillz.
I hurt my ass off by Drink-A-Lot,
But I'm about my cash,
But if an,
Ignit mutha fucka want to step to me,
back to the doctor
I take a lot of medicine, keep it on a regimen
Anxiety variety I focus on the Benjamins
Benzo baby till I fuckin die
Brain is going
body in it lately?
I'll make you mine and treat your right
We've got a lot in store for the future of us, baby
This is the love that I've been dreaming
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