Lyrics:
If I'm tried in a court of law, if the industry cut me off
If the government want me dead, plant cocaine in my car
Would you judge me a drug-head
Y'all know what this is
D-Block
Oh yeah by the way
This is the remix
Who!
You can kiss your ass good-bye
D-Block D-Block D-Block D-Block
La
she dizzy
Then I'm right back in my zone
You can take it with me
Double up ain't nothing wrong
We be getting busy
Think I did it to my song (yuh)
Know I
petals at my feet, man
They want to spoil me, treating me like royalty (woo)
What I'm supposed to do? It's such a sweet thing
Work that track, whip 'em
Greedy gang all I know is get that dough
Doin' shit these niggas never did, why I never post
Nigga, just tell me the ticket you want
All highs they
I'm in the South, I can't remember
If I just moved where are my pants?
I spent the night with Ms december
Where is Pitbull, let's make a hit
You
in here
Give me a fifth of, nigga, don't know me like
That i'm way too dirty and I'm way too raw
So baby you gonna take it up down - or nah?
ain't a soda, can't you smell the aroma
Call cuna to collab, he ready to go half
Remix, remix, got a zip in the lab
So I got it broke up, Twan told me
fuck a duck's arse
You don't want me to draw for the
Ting and make a boy run fast
Bust your head with a pint glass
About yeah I fucked man's arse
You
it go
Tease it, no self-control
I can see the love in your eyes
Boy, I know you wanna squeeze it, don't lie
Double-tap when I walk by, fuck a reply
on and give me some more
Oh, yes, I like it
Screaming like never before
Baby, I like it
I, I, I like it
Come, deejay
That's my deejay
I'm a Miami boy, you know
what I do best
Regarding Miami boyz
You know who daddy is right?
Jump in on the track
And let the whole world know
What it means to be a 305
Let
fingerprints
Chris Tucker, Laurence Tate, Dead Presidents
Dead white boys spread across the coffee table
Don't know maybe I'll start me up a record label
resentidos y rencorosos
Yo sé que en el fondo ustedes están muy orgullosos
Look, we don't know no one like you (huh?)
Gold grills and you dance like
Yeah oouuu yeah yeah yeah
Ima boss I go get it by any means yeah
I guarantee that my niggaz is gone eat yeah
Dirty money but you know we whippin'
who-who
Never been the type to bend or budge
The wrong button to push
No friend of Bush
I'm the centerpiece, you're a Maltese
I'm a pitbull off his
who-who
Never been the type to bend or budge
The wrong button to push
No friend of Bush
I'm the centerpiece, you're a Maltese
I'm a pitbull off his
swangin'
Like, fuck this rap shit, niggas gangbangin'
I'm richer than you niggas, y'all don't want smoke with me
Bulletproof the truck and the shooter's
It’s going down and you know where to get!
But you you! Pull it out and start runnin’
Me I pull it out and start gunnin’
Cause nigga I ain’t stuntin’!
So
you gonna be belated
I got a Boseman im screamin wakanda forever
You better pray for me until my weeknd get better
Shits messi now its 10 im already
a eighty year old lady
Saying Satan's waiting for me
In the back by the bar
(Is he)
But she won't let me out my seat
So how am Imma know
I guess I'll find
want to dey shine shine o
Everybody know say I'm not from the ghetto eh
The ghetto eh na na na The ghe
You know I come from the ghe
So say me come from
Officer Bird's on his way, and I don't want to see him
could you please give me the keys to the B.M.?
See, I didn't want to gank you
but don't make me
a new set of speakers
I know this your song, baby come and make a remix
I know this your song, baby come and make a remix
Let's make a remix, I can be
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