Lyrics:
kicks the mad shit, I come to show the flow
You're fuckin with a pro but yo I guess by now ya know, so
Chorus
Well now I got you niggas stumblin, I see
a briefcase
Rhythm with real rough rhyme
Beats with deep bass
Girls with tight pants
Maybe they might dance
Tonight if the Rs on the mike
There's a slight
a briefcase
Rhythm with real rough rhyme
Beats with deep bass
Girls with tight pants
Maybe they might dance
Tonight if the Rs on the mike
There's a slight
Mary)
If you know the song, sing along
Let's get it crunk tonight
Let's get it crunk upon, have fun upon
Up in this dancery
We got ya open, now ya
(down down down)
You know you got me goin' (down down down)
Babe I'm so deep down in love, no, no, no
You know that I want ya, got to have ya, want ya
I'm on the road faster than a jet ski
Ma little sister on the phone she said she's waiting
Obo mpae s3 sika nu ego be plenty
But if she knows what I go
bitches is the logo
Of the four deep, so you best to peep yo' hoe
Cause if the bitch slippin' in the dark She'll get got, cause she's just a mark
Or should
foul
On the 3rd planet east of Plutonia
From the poppy an extraction
Called Criddacktonite
Conceived as a weapon backed by the Supremacy
Their
up off ya, I seen ya coming
Doing a 100 or more running, so now I'm gunning
If you try to play them players nigga than you getting played
Keeping my
yo fuckin lip up
'cause money and murder is the code that I live by
Come to ya set and do a muthafuckin walk by
Deep in the game preparing for
Move you hips from side to side now.
Don't ya slip, let your feet glide now.
If ya got the groove, ya gotta use it.
Dooby, dooby, dooby, dooby, doo,
thirty-six
Ha ha, only if she's 5'3
So your girlfriend rolls a Honda, playin' workout tapes by Fonda
But Fonda ain't got a motor in the back of her Honda
the store
Got a place we can go
Drie slow make a right keep it tight
Now, park by the meter
Roll the weed up
Baby girl push ya seat up between the heater
Never influenced by movements of what the cultures doing
If it ain't congruent wit my dreams I can't get into it
Only time they down with you is if they
something Awor
We dey eat something Awor
Come see we dey flip something Awor
I go by the name Okesie I be rapper producer y3 faste naame
Inbame k3 insquad33
like day time
3 songs in as many tries
'n 4 hits deep
This one make five
6 deep ya that’s how I ride
7 shooters by my side
8 shawtys they blowin' mines
rude
I send for the head top rearranger
Go home and do the math
I'm Jme multiplied by Maxwell Ranger
Way too serious
And if you don't wanna get taken
the norm
I'm gonna take the world by storm, just give this one listen more
If you ain't pick up what I said, you ain't really about it
This ain't slinging
Put two and two together ([B.G.] Think, nigga)
Ya gotta maintain ([M] Ya got to maintain)
Ya either gon'...have things ([M] Have things
[Chorus]
Hey mister,
Stick out ya wrist, how many in this?
Stick out ya chest, are those baguettes?
I need to see how deep them pockets get.
Let
to put the lead on ya
So punk motherfuckers try to test me if you want to
Cause we're smoking that weed, feeling fine
Got me a 40 and a fat-ass dime
mummy
I no go care if she bore, whoa
Gyae saa adi3 nu
Gyae saa adi3 nu, shawty gone chop me dry ye ye
Shw3 ni hu fin bi
Shw3 ni hu fin bi, shawty gone
Sun
Basquiat wit these tunes I'm one of a one
If I don't use this gift
Then when World War III begins
I'll be outside stealing your shillings
debt... cause I took out [some] loans
My pockets deep.. like Davy Jones I'm a
Pirate for booty and I caught ya off duty, gettin'
Hunted by [the] cheetah,
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