Lyrics:
trust
Can't fuck around with us
Can't fuck around with us
Too cold for the gin
No bitch like Kim
No freaks like Ging
No cup in the sink
Too cold for
Knock knock connect the dot
What you thought?
Now a line I'ma tie you in a knot
What you thought?
Mumble like a robot trap mascot
Wish for that boycott no
in about uh, give me ten minutes
Be ready
Ah
Wear that little thing I like
(now baby tell what you wanna do with me)
It's seven o' clock
On the dot
I'm
When I put that shit on, I can walk in the sky
Danny told gang if he lie to your eye
'Cause them folks lose it, they start switchin' sides
Cussin'
(Woah)
Huh, stretch em out, dot on your chest (Woah)
Endure it today, i wont feel it tomorrow
And you know that we leave em in sorrow
Fuck nigga talk we
They came from way far out in outer space
She's hard to miss
And so they landed on her face
She's got cooties
They've found a place to nest
in the nation
Yes, and who that be?
Custom design fine rhymes into salary
All the way from T-Dot to the Van City all stars
Rude boys freak you like
Ay
Yeah
D-dot, it's D-dot, it's D-dot
Ikuze, ikuze, ikuze, ay
Delixe are you crazy?
They said keep it simple (What)
I'mma keep it simple (Word)
They
waist, shades on my face
Money in the bank, make no mistake
Nast does it great
Yeah, hoes wanna fuck, car parked out front
7:45 on the fuckin' dot
marina they know i'm the
Wave nigga
I been surrounded by grave diggers
Taking the risk that i took then we one in the same
That just mean you a brave nigga
'Cause he stuck himself 'cause
The feds got you
You want beef then we headshot
Him, red dot him, everybody
She a freak, she for everybody
She gon' freak
a bottle and I'm hitting it hard
I got no time for your bullshit so don't even start
Freak magnet
Pushin' back at you
Straitjacket
I'm a rock star in
Satan, I'm laying in the dark
With the Mossberg, waiting, letting off first basing
Slim from the cotton club washing a scrub
Deuce high when he cruise by
the daze like la la
I'm from the T Dot city
Where the city ain't pretty
The niggas gotta deal with the
Matas like rah rah
Stand by watch 'em gaze in
is a freak, freak, freak
I keep a bad- with me
Seven days out the week, week, week
And all that we ever do
Is play in the sheets, sheets, sheets
to freak it tonight
Come on, Get In, Get Ready
Bring your credit and your money inside
Come on, Get In, Get Ready
Come on in and throw it up,
Mister DJ
You and me, we go'on bus it for the summer, we go'on freak
In Miami we go'on stunt up on on the beach
Supreme waist bag got a lil piece
Red dots
I say go on ahead get your freak on
cnd she c1 on the recon
Butter pecan
With a mix and a mingle
Give her the Jimmy no sprinkles
We got a spark in
go
Uh, Bitch, I am the man of my city
Got me a blunt with a gun in my hand
I shoot that lil boy with a 50
And every time I link up with a freak ho'
She
there in about uh, give me ten minutes
Be ready
Ah
Wear that little thing I like
(now baby tell what you wanna do with me)
It's seven o' clock
On the dot
there in about uh, give me ten minutes
Be ready
Ah
Wear that little thing I like
(now baby tell what you wanna do with me)
It's seven o' clock
On the dot
But in the back of my mind it was this big butt freak
I sat my girl down, I couldn't hold it in
And said to her with a devilish grin
Tina got a big
streak
She got her toes in the sand
We gotta chill by the beach
Baby i'm fly watch me land
I'm Moses departing the sea
N- try find me they know where I be
Yeah
It's m d o to the t baby
M Dot Brando mayne the real M Dot
Reppin' that Golden Gate ten years straight
Ten years in the making mayne
Been waiting
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