Lyrics:
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
important thing
To do is to make sure that we have a
Vigorous military we have to
Be able to maintain
Our armed forces and build them
Up for future wars
ridin'? Leather seats TV's with the beat too
How you ridin'? Gettin' bent behind tint you can't see through
And my rims way bigger than yours
Hot gun
[Da Brat]
It's Tim and Bob again
Chante Moore again
All up in that, oww goodnes
What'chu talking about?
It's so hot
We can't be stop
Come
records
These niggas ain't playin' witchu
You back-stabbed AB
Only nigga that's sprayin' for you
Y'all mixin' up Foot Looker
Clerks with real refs
These
adrenaline
I know you want more
Mirrors shakin' in the doors
Crankin' up the Justin Moore
Beer by the case
Comin' out of Lewis Country Store
Rebel flag hat,
the golfer aint see my shadow give em more than a 30
I got problems thats why these niggas bitching and worried
Back in forth the racket im slanging a birdie
we take a trip up to Justin’s crib
Grab a 6-pack of beer for us to sip
Kick it for a minute, talk about the vision
And I show him all the beats that I
at the Paradiso
In Amsterdam, Netherlands, on November 25
1991 the show was filmed and recorded
On multi track for Dutch TV "Spank Thru
" this version having been
the back room?
Why's the door shut and the music turned up?
You know that night you came back?
I wished it
I wished that you would be here for chistmas
I'm that boy, not just any boy, what the fuck you think that I'm in it for
Roll up in that thing, got hoes like Prince, but they know I'm king
Chubbs
crew made up of a few
Dudes who spit truth that's too ridiculous
Bruising the fools leave them black and blue
For those who pursue confused religion
of summer,
Lord, I'll be glad when they're gone.
It's too hot to fish, and too hot for golf,
And too cold at home.
Well that baseball game on TV,
Takes
Man life been so hard on me
By the grace of God I still get through
I know somebody watching over me
N now that you gone I hope you do too
I can't
with the hard R
Beat them up, I don't care who they are
Apologizing doesn't make you weak, get that out of your head
But I ain't apologizing for
to be the thing
That we’re fighting for every
Day, that we’re trying to buy
Back, trying to work for
Especially in America
In America people really do
crispy, mind on chips, rhyme on shit
That's strictly made for cats whose rich
Excuse me, is that your bitch in my 6?
Turnin' up the volume when she
on blaze that bong up
Aye
I say when It's hot when It's hott
You can't beat me
Nigga I'm too hott I'm too hott
You can't cheat me
Nigga better back
of these hoes and I'm up
And if she wanna flex up
I'ma back the ho up
Girl that's Juvenile
You don't know he on fire
Seventeen inch Momos
Black Magic
of these hoes and I'm up
And if she wanna flex up
I'ma back the ho up
Girl that's Juvenile
You don't know he on fire
Seventeen inch Momos
Black Magic
told me that I am the worst
Don't even care, gotta treat my momma better these women who think they come in first
Don't even worry, there's too many
hot when Its hott
You cant beat me
Nigga Im too hott Im too hott
You cant cheat me
Nigga better back up
I say you better back up
I say you betta back up
the contradiction is, i do
Fight for artists, but in
That fight I somehow
Was disrespectful to artists iI didn’t
Know how to say
The right thing the perfect thing i
the right thing by both mates
And then opting to stay out? It seemed to match
But I told him he could make it up by fixing the TV
He said that's the least
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