Lyrics:
knot loose
(ladies)
Candy... candy...
I need candy bubble gum, and taffy
Get in my way punk, you're gonna get ya ass beat, nasty
Do it till your dad
back they praying for forgiveness
Nah I don't play that shit
You was only down when I'm like up like this
Now they play my hits
Tryna fire shots but your
the trees (by the trees)
We can fuck outside because my neighbors cannot see (they can't see)
I got drip on me
So you know I'ma pipe you up
I'ma help you put
blessings, no
Say you only complain sometimes
Baby that shit's a joke
How you gon' get through the rough times
Never count your blessings, no
Say you only
playing where I come from
So u better live by the fucking gun law
Stay strapped when you ride thru the city nigga
And trust me the muthafucking gun law
I
only round the ones that be tryna Live it up (Verse 1) I’m a tycoon Go ahead and run the numbers You can see the Proof Had to put it on the line Just
hoe, fuck you twice
On the dance floor without a shoe like sum’ ain’t right
I left the club that night
Okay I’m a dummy ‘cause it was day when your
come to my land no you cannot evict me
I keep a strap by the fendi
Fuck ya war stories i dont wan hear any
I be laid back in the back
Bro keep a toolie
eww (hey!)
You must be tootin', tootin' on that fruit in ya cell (man!)
Nigga the only thang I mix my weed with is god damn cell
[Chours] 2x
chicks woulda slid
But who ain't miss a visit through the six that you did
I'll be damned if I do another six with some kids
Who only see they daddy in
done then come over, baby you know I'm gon roll up
Don't be a vibe killer baby look, keep it on the low and play by the book
Don't be stressing me when
a pair of dice, life's crazy
So I live it to the fullest 'til I'm Swayze
And you only live it once, so I'm thinkin' 'bout this nice, nice lady
Wait, no,
[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
Around here them boys, 'dem don't play (uh)
You can hear the sounds of gun spray erry day
I give 2 fucks by what a bird say
(Grrr)
I took a sip and I'm done
Outta my mind, I done playin'
Shawty you trippin' what's up
Man I'm the fix of the game
Cockin' the bands up
You
mix it with the privilege now you is high as Thyeus swisher sweet titan pass it or light it
You can catch the Rux double fisted off crunk juice
than a hockey puck, girl you know I'm tryna fuck
Aye, he said is you down to fuck or what
Funny how they only try to come around when you up
Honestly, I
Ooh wee!
Guess who?
It's Kellz and Nelly!
Nelly you ready?
(Uh huh)
Y'all ready?
(Uh huh)
OK, let's go
[Chorus:]
Pull up to the club
all of my proceeds
Don't I flow like I don't bleed? Every cut is just dumb
After me there will be none I told you there is only one (Soul)
Yeah, and I
the teck
I might end up stealing you bitch
Catch a body hide out in the Jets, Jets jersey with hat to match
Smack you bitch I'm in the club with Mack Jay
I wear this pink dress on the street
Valentino swag I worked hard for this dream
Bossy when I walk into the club
I'm the only one who wins
I know
see the man
Slowly put the club down
"How you doin' Officer? Nice moustache"
Dunkin Donut eatin' muthafckas hatin', damn
I get my speed racer
need no entourage and I'm good on extra help
I can't sit around and wait for niggas, I'm good all by myself
They don't wanna see you live, they just
You inclined to believin' everything that's false signs
Hive minded stay protected by the fact that they online
Don't be cryin' when you get called out
black 4's matchin' with some Club Pros
Live fast die young but with you I go slow (oh my yeah yeah)
And you got my attention
If you tryna play a role,
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