Lyrics:
Toughy, slash a Smoothy Doobie
Crash and flex on Tuesday's, harassin' hoes at movies
Passin' by with uzis, hey, who you aimin' at?
That shady bitch
Timbo
Hey, Ne-Yo
Say what? Lo-So
Hey, hey
I'm a movement by myself
But I'm a force when we're together
Mami, I'm good all by myself
But,
follow me biatch!
Nigga what, nigga who? (Niggas can't fuck with me)
Nigga what, nigga who? (Get ready, yo)
Spit ya flow, get ya dough
Can't fuck
Oh yeah
I know you're sick and tired of waitin' on me, girl
But I'm, just tryin' to get my money right
So let some dumb nigga take a flight
So
was as real as me,
You would never let another nigga step in yo yard
Makin money ain't shit to me
Cause it's in my veins and it gets to my heart
So I
Right by my side
B Hudson, Jadakiss, Ne-Yo
I think it's me and you tonight ma, let's go
They say every good woman needs a thug
They say every
Mink Miu Miu boots got me tip toin'
Leather sweatpants, that's Rick Owens
Skinny so the blick showin'
Semi with the dick showin'
Private 757 big
watching me, you should watch her
'cause if she sick of yo' shit I'm the doctor watch her
Show her to the car
& see how bad she want to meet these
follow me biatch!
Nigga what, nigga who? (Niggas can't fuck with me)
Nigga what, nigga who? (Get ready, yo)
Spit ya flow, get ya dough
Can't fuck
Woke up this mornin', (yeah)
You got yo'self a gun (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Got yo'self a gun
Yo, I'm livin' in this time behind enemy lines
So...
I got
Close the door befo ya child here the sound baby
Moma say stop or I'm gonna tell poppa
* - Tech raps these lines in between at double speed
[Tech N9ne
It's ya nigga Ne-Yo, I come to get ya'll up
u got yo hands up and I aint even stick ya'll up
not anotha fa brothas with baby mothas
chicks in outfits
checks and shit
Why the fuck you think I been so negligent?
Negligent, eh-ne eh-negligent?
Yo, lightskin, African, Jewish with a mix
Dangerous and rich
While I'm surrounded by bitches with guns and sex toys
Blind love for money, head, and warm steel
Coke off the boat wrapped in banana peels
Life's so
daddy's out of town so uhh, you can fuck around
It's okay to check in that Motel 6
$59.95, not a cent more for that dirty-ass hoe
Yeah, stop by that
(tell 'em)
I'm sick of y'all fake Timbaland beat bitin', you know what I'm sayin'
I'ma bring it to y'all like this
By all means necessary
You might
sense to cry and complain, just go head
So much to write and say, yo I don't know where to start
So I'll begin with the basics and flow from the heart
I
something to say to make ya
Turn away from from all your scars
Turn away from from your scars
Sick and tired of being sick and tired
Life ain't always
mbare non è colpa mia
Tutti contenti tanti contati
Tu t'accontenti? mbare non è colpa mia
Eyo I'm so sick tipo Ne-yo
Ispirato dal mare abdotto da un
do to me, all night long!
(your my sex toy)
Tech N9ne, hella freaky baby
(Yeah, Yo, Check it..)
I see you lookin at me starin' at techa nina baby
I
It seems like the only way you gon' hear me
Is when I throw the autotune on my voice
So rep yo city rep yo city
rep yo city rep yo city!
rep yo city
Yo, I'm feeling stoned now
Sick of having those breakdowns, they gone now
It's on now, I've grown foul, it's wrong how we've shown clouds
You keep
hit em with a left blow
Knock em back in time like they chilling with Bill and Ted, yo
To a land before time, T-Rex ho
So many bars you would think
reason they act fool
The flow so sick I wrote it in Cedars-Sinai
Bomb thrown, blow 'em sky-high, leave 'em wide-eyed
It's like that, son
Ah, an asset
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