Lyrics:
go
Well, here you go, I'm off and on the road So bust it up, I'll be flowin
Bustin' the vocals out of my grill and kickin' the rhymes like Hele
the team
When it come down to his partner, want him bad like I'm a fiend
Bitch I grew up around K's, know it's murder what I seen
Shout out Hatch, bumpin'
Johnson and summer that’s where they sold rock
Johnson and summer that’s where they look for the cops
If you run up yo body gone drop
All in the game like I
checka (straight out the sewer, word up)
Microphone checka, micro, microphone checka (do it, sewage, you knew it)
Microphone checka, one, two, checka
back
I'll hit my new bitch with a rubber, still'll get checked
Them diamonds bustin' out that Rolex, got my wrist wet
New bitch all on my line, told
with out the rough raps
Paper, I got to touch that, you want bitches, I want track
[Hook x2]
[Verse 3]
Yo, I know this ho that'll set chu' up
it's the morning finally hopping in the bed
Just got up out the studio and finna' lay my head
Tryna stack my change
My motion contradict up on your brain
the image again, my halo
Hit him in the chair, but I'm tryna hit face up. Go to the bank and I take out my peso
Talkin' braids, we bustin' tomato. They gon'
the kill) to kill (bustin' slugs)
Iced-out (shit is real) head (livin' crime) to toe (life of crime)
A snake (droppin' heads) in black (pullin' nines)
Don't let the world bring you down, down
Polar Bear, bustin' up the Endone
Make a sucker-jump straight out the window
Keep it, get low, kid, that's for
dozen
I got bitches by dozen
I got honey they buzzin'
Walk out the bank I'm bustin'
I don't need your love anymore
I don't need your love anymore
I don't
round (Brrr Brrr)
Shoot a 100 rounds, across the street we get the bustin' down
Zip him for that shit, know what he did no time to pray now
I phone your
Wyoming again
Well, I never claimed this festered city
You know, I was raised on a ranch out in the west
I spent my young years bustin' horses
and Johnson,
Nigga do we have a problem,
Shit could hot like the suns in the car,
I just pulled up wit 2 stix like a Twix so the cops said it smells like there’s
a hobby, gun bustin' the job
But the sickest niggas out is the bitchest niggas out
And I could take em on the street and straight whip 'em in the house
I hold the blicky on the corner
Stunt on me then you's a goner yeaah
Uww the bag is on us
Stay dripped up bustin donuts
Bout to go up we roll up
She
high
(Ayy, ayy)
Nigga, we bustin' checks, ah (Brr, woo)
That ain't my gun, go stupid (Stupid)
Old bread, my car look newish (Newish)
Sockin' niggas out
yourself by yourself
In a nice place ducked off with fucked up health
I done been strucked and snuck, but never fucked and stuck
My life is four
to the Chevy dipped in greenery
I'm 38, hotter and we bustin' out the scenery, okay
I don't know about y'all ova there
But ova here we crunk and we ready
that cal fresh and cal word flip
We set up shop and sling nicks out our house
If police hit, ain't shit coming out our mouths (solid)
My day one
to Virginia (V-A) link up with Timbaland
Now I'm bustin they ass
Now they callin me The Incredible Man
I'ma shit it sick like YEAHHH
And there is one
spot?
{B.G.}
Lil killa Weezay, they drug spot is fuckin up a nigga cheezay
get em out and shut that bitch down
{Lil Wayne}
huh? well
the day I die fuck hoes smoke tree
We bustin' up the yak you and rollin' OG
Got bottles under table the tab they 4G
And I put it on me, me, me
I put it
Figure, on that occasion. It would all add up, she was part of the equation.
CHORUS:
Whoa ohhhh! By my calculations she's a stand out girl. Whoa ohhhh!
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