Lyrics:
want to tell about
How I have em screamin at da top of dey lungs and
Lets get it poppin', let lets get it jumpin'
Ain't nuthin' to da young dog
Run
when you sayin', Drizzy, tell 'em again
I been puttin' on a show, it was a sell out event
Oh, you need better seatin'
I didn't wanna do it, gave me
on the cover of Fader
And she say it's my time like Flava
Plus she know I ain't fishin, but I bait'em
And I'm livin' like Flava (Yeah yeah)
Tell the bitch I'm
Cause opps aint out here overthinkin they shit
Dope boy I'm out here movin' that reefa
Get that baby blue dem hunnids I need 'em
Shawty bad I put that
to be the last time
Last hit, last call, last feel, last trip, last run
That's what I always tell myself, huh
This was supposed to be the last one
Fuck rap, I've been rich, crack by my stick shift
Oxy like concerts, always my bread first
"Get Mine" my nickname, O-X and cocaine
Nina my new
me how you want it
Imma let you run the show
Cuz I like em attentive
And I like em in control
Boy I know you're mine
I can tell by your kiss
You don't
the air (yo, what? What? What?)
And lick two shots in the atmosphere (uh, yeah, yeah)
(Uh, uh, uh, put 'em up, put 'em up) yeah, a-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
killer sip guiness
Bad boy steez,ahn ahn my bro see
Finesse,everyday we Dey smile
See happiness,lights,camera,action
Kodak clean lens,if it's not about
the whole sphere
I aint got nothing to fear
Got an idea
Got an idea for em
Looking for a way to say it
Aint no saying saying
What im saying
Can u tell
What i
a trail
So sit back peep my game, I got a story to tell
I came from a gang with niggaz who do crime
They didn't rat they niggaz out when they came
to run this race and tell them that he run it
Secular humanists can't take me from Christ I'm lovin
Brought out the grave he caused ya boy to behave
You can tell by the way I walk, the way I flow from around here
Nigga Midwest where the weed ain't the best but we came up
Now we get flew from
[Diddy:]
Ayo Bugatti boys (turn em up) you know what it is breathe
bitch breathe, breathe bitch breathe go
[Rick Ross:]
Hello good morning tell me
ricochet, off of the Hummer like
Blam ba blam, blam ba blam, hey hey
You know they won't succeed, you know relentless they will be
You should tell 'em
two, take a look at you
Death by matrimony (matrimony)
"Hey, tell this jerk to take a hike
There's somethin' 'bout that boy I don't like"
"Well,
you feel like a lost boy (lost)
Are you worried bout the cost boy (tell me)
I can tell by your talk boy (uh uh uh)
You're a soldier, not the boss boy
bet now one of you bitch boys won't take nothing
All spring, all summer I been working
Tell me how the fuck can you say I don't deserve something
That white boys at regal
Shoot at everyone
Give a fuck if it's legal
Your bitch studies my bone
Like paleontologist
Fuck her 'till she squirts
I'm sure
McElroy
They gave their life so that one man could live
He was the youngest with his wife and two small kids
They knew he would be needed by his little boy
from the scene
Goddammit, I'm so mannish, handle it like a standard
So put your panties and your pants by the trash can
Romance on the floor plans,
don't care
He'll have that red shit pourin' out your hair
Nigga, any fuckin' time nigga, any fuckin' where
Make 'em bleed is the motto that I live by
Ha ha
Ha ha
(Hey, 730)
Ha ha
(Are you serious? Like, what the frick are you doing)
Ha ha
On demon time you tell it by my face, you see my eyes are
ask them when was the last time you had some twat?
Put 'em right in his place, saw him right down
Shake it right in his face, you like the waist?
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