Lyrics:
The Shocker]
Bounce, shake
[Lil' Romeo]
Lets do this!!
[Lil' Romeo]
Throw your hands up, from my circle ya'll stand up
Get crunk, everybody keep dem hands up
the top dropped, yeah
It's just us two, girl, take your top off, yeah, yeah (yeah)
You gotta keep it to yourself and don't tell no one 'bout it
I hand
(Ayy, yo, Zale this shit sell off)
I used to sit back in my cell and say, "Nah, this can't be it"
Fresh home, back to the trap, my girl moanin'
break it down?
Man, you at the clinic? Dog, slow down, that's your child
But if you keep it, then you gotta tell your girl you was cheating
And you
You fall off for skipping steps on life's ladder
I ain't got shit to say that ain't been said
And iono how you bitch niggas ain't been dead
My block
$hort, don't say it tonight, beeatch
It started on a bright morning in 1987
I was in my drop-to Caddy y'all
Gettin sucked by a bitch named Helen
Nasty
twerking for it, I'll be working for it
And I just can't ignore it
So take your hands off my money
And my money and my ass
I can't just ignore it, I be
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
song
Put your hand em round' my waist
We jammin inna de place now
Boy you're sweet like tart
No need to worry, only you have my heart
Put your hand em
just might be in your hood
Causin' havoc with my bros, and instill all to the good
Horse and carriage when I roll, it's sober hopin' so it's 'stood
I'm
kiss a nigga 'round me
Then I kill your ass like some Ebola
Serve 'em out the Range Rover
I swear my Rollie stay shining like a rainbow
I took that money
keep your heart, Three Stacks
Keep your heart
Man, these girls is smart, Three Stacks
These girls is smart
Play your part, play your part"
(Sweet Jones)
good it ain't bad she says it ain't makin her mad
Getin money on the streets
For sugar daddy she's on her knees
Off the streets and into my bed doesn't
send one of my lil' niggas
Come take you off
You get laid on the floor by a jit
Got pulled over with 55K in my pocket
The police they know I'm legit
cupped up, I'm drinkin', I shoot off your tires, huh (doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)
I'm in the coupe by myself
I had to kick a door when I was 5
Keep the old
some better prices
I cashed out on eleven twice, it's like my bread is righteous (my bread is good, papi)
You violate, you put your head in vice grip
theory
I was Moses hopelessly scorned by your thorn Zipporah
Tried to bring that fairy-tale life, you wanted horror
But my microscope couldn't see
theory
I was Moses hopelessly scorned by your thorn Zipporah
Tried to bring that fairy-tale life, you wanted horror
But my microscope couldn't see
Help me rise, put my hands on your thighs
And just control me, Just mold me, first had cold feet
Now you sold me, my mama told me
Not to be the fucking
like me
With a shut my mouth made it easy, I'm
A product of North Carolina, nigga
Out of Charlotte by the way of Cleveland
Born in '91 up in Ohio
I
observation crew, is much deeper, throw your hands up, all my party people
Can't get to the spot fast enough, I know it's crunk, keep listenin you'll begin
trippin'
Pistol at my desk, I was sittin' up in school with it
Put your bitch hand in my corner pocket, play pool with it
She gon' eat the dick, both
a Southern nigga
You could see it in my swagger
I could go commercial
But I won't cause I would rather
Keep heat and keep it street
Sound of Revenge I'm ma get
the Charlotte Hornets
But I had to cut that bitch off cause see your patna had warrant
That I ain`t even handled yet although I`m havin cake
The little homie
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