Lyrics:
stereotypes, I'm lookin' nuthin' like Noriega
Cop took my wallet, looked at my license
His partner said "Damn, they all look like Tyson"
Yes, I'm legit, so they
the famous
Son, you can have it (I'd rather be rich)
Fuck-nigga I walk in the club with my Ruger
All flood with ice on my Medusa
These niggas be duckin'
the misses
Pounds from my brothers, 'cuz they knowing that this is
The place to be to let it all out
But when the weekend come, the weekend come
Y'all
and get
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Lord have mercy on us, trouble searchin' for us
I been through hell and back
My shorty nem say slat
Fear of abandonment, I got left alone, I'm like where y'all at?
She complain about how niggas
every game I'd be slamming on 'em
Step on my competition, yeah duke I'm standing on them
I ran up on 'em, pussy ain't have his hammer on him
Pulled
in the club tryin to duck us (WHAT?)
And if you walk by nigga, I'ma knock fire nigga
from yo' ass, you can come try nigga (HEY!)
In the hood, all
(YEAH!)
"Crunk Juice" n**** run the club that you in (HEY!)
You scary motherf***ers don't wanna bring the ruckus (NAH!)
You just spend all your time
80.5
Hey
What up
This Suki! But you can call me pickles if you nasty
Miss Pickles
Now I'm callin cause I wanna hear some Muthafukin Mariah Carey
Call you Mariah, Carey the high note
And we gon let the clip roll on this slide show
We ain't looking at the time, we in every timezone
I've got 24
(yeah)
I'ma I'ma put it on her (yeah)
I'ma I'ma put it on her (yeah)
Doing my two step off of club pure
The Girl walks by rocking christian diore
We
a magician
Pulled up on a bitch in a public library
heard her on the phone, talkin to Mariah Carey
she reminded me of myself and how I carry,
runnin around
her number, I make impact
Which only occurs, if the club ain't packed
So come on, stop whilin', I got it all fixed
Just listen to the mix, to the mix
up baby-girl put your hair back
Hurry up, barkeep, keep the brew comin'
Tryin' to drank 'till my back start slumpin'
Like old man, live by the old
to have it your way
Get dough or die, floss at all costs
Cash out and mash out, brought to you by
Grand Hustle and Young Money
I hope you niggas brung money
like my Juliet, without you is a tragedy
A mythical creation, kinda like a fantasy
This the remix, Mariah Carey and ODB
Ain't no father to my style
You
And wave high
Now I stare at my phone
And wish that I could FaceTime
Mariah Carey
Trying not to break break down
Running from reality
Like I was a greyhound
[Verse 1:]
Yeah I caught you peekin'by the corner of my eye.
Me I'm never sleepin' bet you think I'm fly. I'm tryin' to take
A girl home tonight
Mía que quien and I'm up in the mix
If I ain't up in the 5
Then I'm driving the 6
Then you owe a couple thou' if
You step on my kicks
Trying ask me
shit on a regular basis
Got bitches everywhere in all kind of places
I can pull out my little black phone book
Flip every last page take a long look
All the things you do say so much more... word
She was a chicken so beautiful
At the time I was big on Mariah Carey
The resemblance was scary
My
girl didn't even like bitches
I let her suck the dick, and passed her to my nigga
Bunch of bad bitches in Geneva
Twenty bottles in the club on my Visa
wanna share me sing Mariah Carey
When we do that thing making loud noise
All white wear booty looking like dairy
She wanna percolate till the sun goes
It) ayy
I feel like Mariah Carey (Mariah Carey)
I got bitches so obsessed (Damn)
My music so famous might get managed by Carl Crawford next (Mwah)
He
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