Lyrics:
wouldn't show out?
Man I'mma take over like Jay-Z
I'mma rock out
Grab your Slurpee and popcorn
I'm bout to make it hot for 'em
They didn't even invite me
Come on over hunnie
And give your uncle Dolamite a kiss
Well what you want baby?
Would you tell me a story?
You want me to tell you
wheres ya rhyme tell me buck wheat.
[Buck wheat]
Buck wheat is a waskal
thats no Chrismas
and all the toys, boys and girls
fuck ya wishes
I got happy over
like I'm Quavo
I'm gettin' money, I'm makin' the pesos
You see us in public, boy, better lay low
No Soulja Boy, but she call me Big Draco
Damn,
young ladies just drop their drawers
and when they drop em, I don't kick em, check it
Like the Fat Boys said, I "Brrrrrrrr, STICK EM!"
From that
the begging boy
Money on my mind and by any means I gets it
You better play your cards right that’s the only way im dealing
We came to shut shit down
(Life's difficult, death's easy
LOX, nigga, M-O-B-B, what?)
100 shots to the fuckboys, 21 salute to the real Gs
Live by the code, if I couldn't do that
L's up .... or youll be lost boy
(Get em up up up )
0:24 Mr Cheeks
Yeh
you rocking wit the lost boyz n*gga
you rocking wit the lost boyz
yeh u
Soulja Boy, but she call me Big Draco
Damn, on bronem
I feel like Summrs, 'cause me and
The gang stay with six, On foenem
That nigga really a bitch, don't
I will come creeping through your hood with that gun on my waist
Tell me what's the procedure when that gun in your face
We didn't come for no
(Banger)
What up, nephew? Man, you know what it is
I wanna start this jawn just by sayin' man, I'm so proud of you, man
But after that, it's all
ask 'em bout konyak...
That dark, brown, sexy thing that put a tingle in your throat,
You need her when you smokin a poke
You can get her by herself
the lights close the door
Kiss you all on your neck
Where nobody oughta check
Never let em disrespect
Boy you ain't seen nothin' yet
Be the one that'll be
Tell 'em that I'm GS9, Coke Boy
And tell 'em we brought guns for the smoke, boy
My nigga French still get it by the boat, boy
Say that Shmoney ain't
'm 'bout my racks like tennis, got a bitch look like Serena
No matter what your mama tell you, just know I love you Selena
Where I'm from, you gotta tote
girls wanna fuck this nigga
It's hard for a chick not to stick around
When I come through town, layin my dick down
They can tell a true playa by
cube? " and then break
Cause if you're hangin there i'ma tell you loud and clear
Get off my my dick nigga, and tell your bitch to come here
* cut n
(Mouse drop the track
That'll make you bounce it back, what?)
Yeah
Haha
Tell 'em
Yeah, uh
Weezy bad, naw, really, I'm good
Sound like
But if, Baby, I'm the bottom,
You're the top!
Your words poetic are not pathetic
On the other hand, boy, you shine
And I can feel after every line
line see the
Ties when they ride by
I don't hate, love to see you shine
Get your ride fly
A lot of people don't know this
I jumped off the porch when I
erupting in the reveren
I'll probably lose my hearing by the time I'm twenty-seven
It's a shame
But I need that dang
To vibrate my frame
ABS my game
that shit like a crown
You used to get the buss down now you own a buss down
Tell em folks that the boy is different now, boy is different now
Its
Smokin' dope with some bitches
I don't trust ‘em but
They some pretty bitches
And I know they do drugs
I called Los, tell broski bring the liquor
gone
Tell me (Tell me, tell me, tell me)
It's been thirteen years, no pain, no tears
Respected by all my peers
No matter where I'm posted at
My hands
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