Lyrics:
gutta baby who ain't scared to put it down for me,
See this the remix shawty ima keep the cash coming,
Don't guess who played the track and fast
crotchless panties and tight
mini-skirts
Fuck it till it hurts
I'm about to snap
So open up yo' legs and let me feel yo' crack
TWIN GATS, PLUG 'DAT PUSS!!
Yo, forget the C, B and A-list
We don't wanna put this on a playlist
Didn't wanna let Boy Better Know through
That's why man run up in
The house like
time Dax K-poppin'
Stick on my hip, I'll clean the whole room
But don't be alarmed, it's Dax
I'm just moppin' that's off-topic
Let me tell you somethin'
Most these niggas don't even deserve
A track from me first of all
Let's get rid of them Louis Vuitton boots
And get your tall ass out that C-Class coupe
get drop
Take what you have then it's back to the block
Fuck now we're getting tailed by cops
You can call us some angry birds
Cuh the pigs wanna see us
her mommy
She be callin' you Kelly, when yo name is Tommy
I don't know what y'all be thinkin'
When you bring 'em round me
Let me remind you that I am
how you act
Now a bitch talking bout "fuck me"
Man, fuck that bitch
Ho keep telling you "trust me"
Man, don't trust that bitch
Coke Boys, South Bronx,
let's go, yeah
Yeah yeah
Told my boys get it let's go, yeah
I'm running through money you don't, yeah
I'm swimming though money you won't, yeah
I'm
Gimme s'more
I gotta get mine (hey)
All about the currency (yea)
And let my thugs and mothafuckin' Rydas represent me (woop woop)
(Yayeah)
Hit the east
Little weave! I'll let them suckas
Know it's on for life
Don't let the Westside ride the night haha
Bad Boy murdered on wax and killed
Mess with me and get
bump, bump!
Don't fuck with The Rydas then
We dump, dump, dump, dump!
Maybe it's The Ryda in me
Cause I like to dump, dump
Reload and going for
on the Metro
Now I’m feeling like Othello
Thought I told ya, bitch i’m royalty
I ain’t even gotta say the name
By they way I killed it, they gon' know it’s me
1,
Demon down let's bill it
I don't even smoke but the opps get smoked
(Raba) Holy Ghost
For your sins gotta pay a penalty
But Jesus scored the goal
Marko!
promotion up
Let's just say I ain't get my deal
The nigga that was behind me, I mean, he wasn't even a nigga
The person that actually kicked everything off
your grill
[Cappadonna]
I speculate, get my darts straight, don't exaggerate
Dictate, do it with the Papermate, set the plate
set the bait, checkmate,
me a Benz, it came with a shank
I fuck on your friends, I fuck on your bae
Every time I pretend, it come with a bait (uh-huh)
I was in a Royce, I
the best player, Dede Ayew
I ain't no preacher buh call me John Wesley
I brought crime and guns to my hood
The first on the list got smoked thats Nestle
breathe
Let it breathe
One time for a badman
No time for a sad man
Get the bag man
I know this shit is hotter than the sun man
I’m a badman
You aint talking
on me wrong ima start to get the Shooting
Nobody wanna kum around him he alone by Hisself
Did everybody around him wrong now he crying out for Help
John
shoulder... ? Aw, you're fulla shit, man... ah, listen, by the way, before I go on; did you get those white albums I sent ya with the pencil on the front... ?
So I know that y'all fear
But don't fear us, fear God
Shanks on the yard
I'm pullin' rank off car
A stab on star
Taught me to never
Yeah, drop my
you don't talk then I will make you bleed
The torture the horror it's making him scream
It's making me laugh when he begging out please
I had to get off
whack emcees they be reakin
but let's not talk about the whack,
let's talk about myself for a minute
so get in it
John Reuben about to spin it
for
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