Lyrics:
a hustler
Now it's time to separate the locs from the bustas
I gotta maintain because games I don't play none
That's one thing I won't do
(What's that?)
on this side if yawork for a week, you gon be smilin at the cheeks.
Do it well you might get a natural BBL
Now I hope you’re all warmed up because
Ako mi ti poju
Swag too tight
So fresh so clean
People dey wonder
Na baba God do am
From grass to grace
When i pull up
To the club At 11:45
I enter
kill 'em this year, I got big schemes
It's bigger than coke, it's bigger than dope
My marijuana mentality went up in smoke
I go hard, so hard there ain't
Eastsidaz, and ya boy Big Tig
It's on and poppin' now, but we want always this big
Wanted a Benz and a Lotus
Whatever feels, sprayin' Raid on the roaches
I
dance, all they do is this (yeah, uh-huh)
And after the original you know what it is (this is the remix)
Welcome to Atlanta
Remix, it had to go down
Play this at the party just to get it started
Play this at the party just to get it poppin
Play this at the party just to get it started
Play this
told me you was a cook
I was runnin' too long, he was chasin', didn't trip
How'd he do it? I don't know but somehow I got hooked
Thug passion, he's so
with it
Get right ho, roll a dice ho
And you ain't gotta be a dike 'cause you like hoes
But everyday I step behind a wall
I do it big, ride fly, stunt,
with it
Get right ho, roll a dice ho
And you ain't gotta be a dike 'cause you like hoes
But everyday I step behind a wall
I do it big, ride fly, stunt,
Blend that shade, make it pop
Look who's coming, it's an icon
Natural is the new glam
Oh don't worry, I'm not done
Do your thing, be yourself,
That's
I got Gucci vision, double G's, I double everythin'
I got money goin' out and poppin' on some other things
I'ma keep investin' every cent of what I
You could make my underworld. Its a big dark world now, its a big dark hell.
Los sicka whacth out for your tails. lika purse told de a male. likea hog
It doesn't matter what I say, no matter what I do
Every little thing reminds me of you
It gets harder every day, I don't know what to do
Every little
PAPER
Nobody does me better
Nobody instrumental by Robin Wesley
Nobody can do me better
Than All My Paper
Nobody can do me better
Than All
don't gotta talk
Every single time I come you niggas know I gotta do it
Yes I gotta do it and I gotta kill 'em and I gotta hit 'em
Yes you know a nigga
popsicle sticks, poppin' shit
Talkin' it, walkin' it, spit boxin'
My sick thoughts are 'bout to lick shots, like this shit's hoppin'
And drip-droppin' in
faith you’re a disgrace;
And, then, he tops it off by saying…
…At the congregation, you’ll not show your face!
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Oh my god…
(1 beat pause)
overspeed by like 20, my engine sound like a plane
I'm in a race for the money, you haters not in my lane
I need a knot in my pocket so big it's hard
did it big
Lookin' at a fall that was never his
Lil' stupid ass do as stupid is
Black nigga paid, ain't doin' rent
Whole lot of kids, still gotta
pole just don't tell a thing
Loud shots when I slide by I'm tryna clear the scene
Got a Big pole like a stripper but this one got a beam
Can't do no
So you know my weed good
Fly like a pilot from the same time it should
Concealing big D, she gon take it like a crook
Just make one thing understood
Obm the gang that's it
Till we all rich
Paco Jesus blessed the beat
cin't no party like an OBM party
Bottles get to poppin when they hear we in
know what they probably saying
That mother fucker crazy
But guess what your baby moms think
That nigga so amazing get it poppin (yea)
Who you know do it
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