Lyrics:
And they say that you know your thing
Poppin' up with the flames, talk about niggas I've done my thing
Nigga chillin', nigga chillin', nigga chillin
Now they lookin' for sponsors, so I'm tellin' chicks, "I'm broke"
That was prop money on the 'Gram, Kodak Black joke (I ain't got it)
I'm not a big
dropping opp niggas and we fuck they sisters
Niggas jus be cappin on instrumentals
I don't even gotta do shit bet my youngin go hit em
My young nigga go get
Aye
Thank you everyone for listening to Tory-T
Now I would like to show love to the ones that raised me
Check it
Biggie, Pac, Big Pun Nas
Jay-Z,
the real A to take back over the game, it's that time
Shawty poppin' ass fat, so I'm feelin' like she worth it
This cash I'm finna be servin', feelin' like
lyrics sold, then truth be told
I'd probably be just as rich and famous as Jay-Z
Truthfully I wanna rhyme like common sense
Next best thing I do
(woo)
The answer is me (woo)
I told the plug, "Make sure it's Tia Landry
I want it to look like the last one you handed me" (I do)
He hopped out
Every now and then we do get desperate
This is a song about L-O-V-E,
And if you abuse it you're gonna lose it
And if you lose it you're gonna 'buse
Whoo, yeah, Swizz
It's showtime? yeah
Y'all know who it is
I'ma get it poppin? like I'm used to
Do y'all niggaz bust your guns?
Hell yeah, we bust
[Intro: Phonte (Big Pooh)]
Yo... (Hah!)
Waddup y'all? It's Phonte, I got my man Big Pooh up here with me
(Yeah!) It's about 6'o clock in the Chopp
Make you do magic say Tada
I whip my wrist and say voila
Next thing to Allah
Niggas want beef then its Five Guys
I think you sweet Imma try ya
Choppa
gotta keep it
Death is the only thing that can snatch it
Yeah, much money and so many studios
I'm glad and thank Jesus I ain't surronded by hoes, yeah
Poppin the flow like its Sierra Mist
I just take all these shots and you know I don't miss
Poppin the flow like its Sierra Mist
I just hop on the jet
the flight, coat European
You know I only came to do it big
Put some plaques inside my crib
Ball like I'm right by the rim
Look, I'm legendary where I live, huh
Bring in Blowjob Betty
Now we got it poppin' low
Hit then I stop and go
Film it record it
in high definition though
I got my dick by your ear
Do you
I'm poppin', nah, I really pop it
Swear my gang the hottest, Paper Route, we the topic (gang)
Racks on me Ho Gotti (stuffed with them big heads)
New
heat
If Def Jam, they gonna flop him
And Reggaeton ain't hot in the building no mo', its okay I get it poppin'
Back to the forest trees for deep, these
up)
(Step right up)
(Wow)
(Goodness)
(How on Earth did she do that?)
(One thing you should know about Mary Poppins, she never explains anything)
you need crack to see me
I'm a classic, one of your old scratched up CDs
Check my swag it's easy
As you can see, I do the damn thing and I ain't Fab
Motherfucker I'm a hipster
Do big things like a whale is your sister
Bitches get all dolled up, Westminster
Fake niggas ain't happy, are ya dude?
More raps than
A tie prišli práve dnes
Big Boy, spomeň čerta a vyskočí Gleb
I'll see you in my office right now, big boy
Some things are about to get build up, empire
run and leap and jump in
That pussy like a track meet, yeah
(Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, hey)
Yep, that ought to do it
(Do it) , give it that Carl Lewis (Lewis)
have the time of our life
Shop for new clothes and kicks
Taking flicks
Cause
They respect us
Big Shout out
Then We Roll out
cnd if it's all good
Then
a fuck about yo chains and yo benzo
Big dick bandit and everything is candid
Uhh! Do it and i didn't even plan to
Let me tell you what is, I did it cause i
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