Lyrics:
the legs she shaking and she scared
Imma get it by any means no ion fuck around
I ain't friendly you look at me won’t even crack a smile
Mama said ta what
ain't gon' be shit (I tried it)
I can't make that shit stronger from drinkin'
All the people that relate to me, do not relate to Taylor Swift (uh-uh)
ain't the sun
Got you hooked up
USB plug
Daddy shark watch me bite a chunk
Fuck it hard I know you like it hard
Get your trademark
Get your guap
I'ma soldier!
Stick in my chrome receiver, and I fins to get it on
Influenced by the dolja
Blastin' at the rollers
Callin' couple of soldiers
, na, na, ooh
(Corrina) (hm, ain't nothing like my Corrina)
Well, I love you so much, honey
Gotta tell the world
Baby, baby, tell the world I do
act hard
So you ain’t gotta act hard
But if you do
I don’t care what you lose
I don’t care what you lost
Tell your mammi and your papi that
I'ma make
I Got That Drake On Me Now
You Know That Bitch Stay With Me
When It Go Down, Bet It Don’t Jam
Aint Shit To Me To Catch A Felony
Shit He Rap’n,
their cash, call him a play
Nggas bein' cheap by sellin' that
remix sent them right on they way
Every thing for sale, uh, ain't nothin' for the free,
to break the rules
She ain't never picky she ain't gotta pick and choose yeah
I can tell you the one baby work hard for dolla
You talking money ain't no
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
you love me, babe
Even if there ain't no truth behind it (na, na, na, na, na, na)
Baby, I just need to be blinded (na, na, na, na, na, na)
If your
She came in the club hands up, hair down, heads turning everytime she walked by
This girl ain't fronting, you can't tell her nothin, you can see
your ass iced
And get your bitch's head sliced Seven E ain't nice
See playing gangsta ain't no game cause once you get game over once
That's it cause
dope, don't remix it
I ain't goin' broke again, I can't re-think it
I'm a ghetto boy just like Philly P
Shawty foreign, she a Philippine
Lamborghini
Remix!
One two one two (one two one two)
This the I'ma Boss remix
Meek Milly
Let's go!
I'm ride or die, I'm ridin' by, hollerin' West Side right
take the shot
I tie it up just like a knot it ain't no telling what you got
I been broken, I been scarred
Why this life been getting hard
So I sit
Got plenty of fuel, I pity the fool
And tell 'em ridicule is the bird and the genius
And I mean this, like I seen this
Coming but it don't mean shit
that you're fake
You keep asking, I just tell you
I don't want friends anyways
It's alright when I pull up
On yo' man anyway
I will fight when I pull up
as hell you're bound to tell
That no matter how hard you rub
You just ain't a-gonna find it on your ticket stub
No, and it ain't in the rumors people're
really I'll tell you
But nigah You and tell it all
To be honest nigah
I'm used to that
So by any means
I got to watch my back
Damn
These nigahs ain't
hair gets me overwhelmed
But when you smile at the ground, it ain't hard to tell
You don't know, oh-oh
You don't know you're beautiful
If only you
to the top, man it shouldn't really be that hard
I know you digging this track, got it banging on your iPod
I'm a brave ass kid I got the bull by the horns
Gake
I'm a n***a, that's gon' send a blitz
All you need is a smorgasbord, I'll show you how to whip
If you shop with me, I'ma bless you, I won't do remix
go dey by your side
me and you na together
(its C-city Records CCR)
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