Lyrics:
You got plans and finesse, you dress sick too
I'ma holla at you everytime ya pass by
And if I don't get you now this ain't the last try
You play hard
it out the studio and hit the street
Now I'm rocking one more time
Young girls love my Too $hort rhyme
But that big fat girl better let that go
oh
I'll get you home by a decent time
Wait, fuck yo' bed you can sleep in mine, yeah
Let's make it happen, girl, I need some time
Speakin' of time
uncut (yeah)
Long time comin', ya heard? (yeah)
M.O.P. (c'mon)
Big motherfuckin' Punisher (uh, uh)
What ya gon' do?
Terror Squad (yeah)
Bronx,
White
You messin with city kings with glissy rings
That's gonna show you good time pretty thing
Cause you was spotted, in the club lookin exotic
by
there that crossed me cuss me
Everything come full circle word to the boss above me
Slow stroking cause the bamski way too big my gyal don't rush me
Woi
still rub my big ass dick on her clit
Get her hooked, wanna be mine I need some money
If she aint kicking in all the time she dont want me
Verse
myself stop, but you know I'm steady coppin' it
This shit gets so big, it gets so famous, give your mom a pic
Every time I'm sober its reminder that ill
back. A rush of embarrassment swept right through the crowd.
Accented by the blast of a train whistle,
Approaching and growing quite loud.
The "be "
a great big world and it's all for you. Down by the pasture or stream of blue
I have dreams for my baby. Dreams for my baby
You'll feel the joy of wind rush
rush me like there aint no time to waste
Hit the ground runnin hold up this ain't a race
Now she sittin on my face big booty suffocates
She got a hand
One sure shot way to get them out of them pants
Take note to the brand new dance
Like this
[Chorus: Ludacris + Shawnna]
[Ludacris]
Go on with your big
to have breakfast in his dressing room
Knock, knock 5 minutes to chew
Go to make up then it's time to hear,
Take 1, take 2 everybody's telling him what
time, I learn to wait, can't nobody rush it
You could be done by now
But you didn't know what a heart you were given
They thought you'd be done by
Temperatures rises, niggas blinded by my lyrical disguise
No time to plot retreats, niggas shiver and die
Multiple rounds found laced in his body and face
Algorithm sedatives administered by strangers
Optimal for gamers, Oculus enslave us
Misbehaving kinders sing it: God make me famous
k onthou nog toe ek OK
Trapped at first glance
I did a double take
A victim without a chance
Pulled in by the bait
When I caught the fishnet
Black pantyhose
Big
arms
A father has complening
Wishing have more time
Some stare at window
They make fancy wishes
And I remember that,
A big rush
Was this life
the Asians, wrist by Lorraine
Big Pharrell praying hands big P, big P
Buss down face, two levitating hands
I wanna see the money in cash
So that I can truly
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
I been the type of guy she likes since middle school
Never thought that I'd get famous, always know that I'd be
the man, but it's gon' take some time to prove it
You'll fall in love, but she's gon' break your heart and put you through it
Fuck falling for that
buck buck
Actin bad bad bad and I'm fuckin somethin up
Lay yo shit down, I'm comin to get down
Count my money, 20,000 dollars times my shoe
Hey yo Queens get the Money long time no cash
I'm caught up in the hustle when the guns go blast
The fool retaliated so I had to think fast
Pull
up! Get that money
Put them 9's up
Piggy-back out the ghetto 'for times up! Niggas rush!
Hello new world, here we come on them Twinkie trains
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