Lyrics:
hot dog but I’m chilly with the aim when I scope your mouth wash it guilly your brain
Take ya top off drop it if you pop shit and the message of love
Hold on
Yeah it's gonna be alright, don't trip baby
It'll get better
Ay do this Thug style main, Thug style
When this whole beat drop we just
Hold on
Yeah it's gonna be alright, don't trip baby
It'll get better
Ay do this Thug style main, Thug style
When this whole beat drop we just
Your baby in your arms
You would test me but you know better
It's inadequate to go against
The Jesus of Nazareth
Of the rap game, and guess what
I got no
Hmm, I'm goin' down, down, baby
Yo' street in a Range Rover (C'mon)
Street sweeper, baby
Cocked ready to let it go (Hot shit)
Shimmy, shimmy cocoa
Funkee, yes girl the black mack is back
Here to kick my funky style, funky this and funky that
You can work kid you know, you could practice all your life
Papi chulo can't you see? mi amor
Baby I need you conmigo
Your style is my steelo te necesito aqui
Te necesito yo a ti, te amo
Baby come to me
Baby
Well, then take a seat (ooh yeah)
Oh, take a seat
And watch your ass go
Break it, drop it, drink it, spill it
Baby, touch your body, body
You gotta
couldn't
Because I don't know
And that's the God's honest truth
What I do, is what I do, I hear
A beat, I feel it, I write it, i say it
Check it la la la la
on the track you know whats up (Come on)
Hey mami pump it up
Shake it baby let it drop (Come on)
Levanta la mano just pump it up
Dale hasta abajo just let it
a heartless dude
The glass is half full or half empty
Well it all depends who you talking to
Mafioso
96 style
If you ain't bout' that life don't get into that
Pick your poison what don't kill you shows the weak when you allow it
See the balance never will you see me throw the towel
Took a little while mommas
barbara Ann
Ba ba ba ba barbara Ann (Barbara Ann)
Ba ba barbara Ann
I wanna hold your hand i wanna hold your
R E S P E C T find out what it means to me
R
When I overdosed would have caught a flat
If it makes you sick to your stomach acid
Indigestion, my suggestion's Kaopectate
If it feels like I'm
rap industry I’m in it
Even my fucking style you wanna copy
Me and mine are getting lit
Baby mama wanted to leak
So you always wanted to be me
But you
want is to be with you all the days of my life
Be the girl that you twirl on the dance floor every night
All the things I'll do for you when I'm your
Boy, you write your name, I can do the same
Ooh, I love your grace, la la la la
All of your style, I want it (La la la la)
Boy, you write your name, I
Winning streaks and taking over
Yh
Just look at my life and learn from me
Look at my style and talk your shit
I'm making my g's
And blowing my trees
Yh, yh
never tear you down, oh
Day by day, baby steps and staying in your lane
That's really the only way it seems to make a future your own way, oh
Yeah they
siento el dueño
Girl I wanna have you tonight
Baby
I like your style
I like the way u move your style
I wanna say your love is Mine
Mami quiero tu
life are free
The good life, it feel like Atlanta
It feel like L.A., it feel like Miami
It feel like N.Y., summertime Chi, ahh
Now throw yo' hands up
It's round 1 it's getting hot in here
And SOB y'all know my slogan
(get em the fuck outta here)
As far as DNA I hate your fucking style
I hate your
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
need no press
I'mma hot boy shout out Weezy baby
If your man is low
Nigga, you should pay 'em
I got bitches in my swimming pool
Real life mermaids
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