Lyrics:
junkie
I be on that shit like Pookie
Hit the strip club
And make a mothafuckin' movie
PT nigga your truly
Me and Nick off in that Dulley
Alabama Line
buggin' on the way this sound
But you know I love the way my chick be holdin' it down
Extremely thorough by the way she reppin' it hard
Travel anywhere my
martini's quick, and wanna sex in the club
'Cause see that's my chick, that's my chick
That's my chick, ?cause she could get it
And she the type keep it
to do
I done been thru hell about this bitch like number 6 but no pt 2
And i'm posted with the gang gang
I just popped a perciana don't think i can
like they do in Texas
Please - 1, 2, 3!
Fold 'em, let 'em hit me, raise it baby -
Stay with me love game intuition
Play the cards with spades to start
got hoes that'll be with it to backshit
Make you fall in love thats tragic
D-Don't make it a habit
If you ain't top 2 like Lexi Luna or Cherie Deville
chick, cause she could get it
I know you buggin' on the way this sound
But you know I love the way
My chick be holdin' it down
Extremely thorough by
the studio into a strip club
Got the strippers goin' way up
Drankin' on Texas and I pop two pills
That's gon' make a nigga stay up
In too, in too deep
You get She Nay Nay, number five five, one, two, three, whoa
Pop that, pop that
Baby, that was so worth the wait
I wasn't in love with none of them
the club bout to close so shorty let's
roll but you kno I'll be gone in the morning
[Verse 2:]
You rubbin on my bulletproof vest while we two steeping
you
in this world (Boss)
(Boss) Hey, I'm a work it on the corner (Yeah), work it on the block (Yeah)
Work it till they love me, baby work it till it's
on shoes
Walk in the club with one bitch, leave with two
By myself at the top like cocoon
When I'm in the coupe I feel like a cocoon
Designer gifts red
son
Everywhere I go niggas bearing a arm
You is a fool if you ain’t carrying one
Love the Pyrex I put it on a charm
Flooded up wit the vs’s this ain’t
go home, go to bed and sleep tight
Grab this Hennessey by the hair and make her speak right
Step in the club like it ain't no thang
Sittin' at the bar
feel)
A young nigga sellin' fruity by the pound (that's how ya feel)
And I got the best white in the town (that's how ya feel)
.45 on my lap, it's
remy downer
Hip hop sizzar slingin my raw in your flounder
You get skidawed undertakin' undergrounders
This lyricist lounge with low that
to bottom, let her get on top of me
I knew that she was a little bumped when she got in the truck
I wanna hit after sippin' the yack in the club
I love
you bastards, two classics
Between me, Puff and Usher it was too drastic
Between me, Puff and Gin was true magic (yeah you remember her)
Cause everybody
My life is the shit
It be me, fire Wayne, ice and change
You can catch me in an aqua range, squattin' things
With them twenty-two inch chopper
My life is the shit
It be me, fire Wayne, ice and change
You can catch me in an aqua range, squattin' things
With them twenty-two inch chopper
Zakious Tha Chief
This One for the shawty
This One for the shawty's
So many bad shawty's
Walking up in the club
I know these cowards ain't shit
So
I got two girls looking like the Corvette club
Lift me up
Hot outside like a summer love
I got two girls looking like
I got two girls looking like
a necromorph
You got me pressin R2
In this bitch with Kong Fu
Take you down with Jutsu
See 'em cryin, boo hoo
Yeah so I'ma up and go
I put my bars down, and laid
a lifetime
I'm dying for the love girl
You can be my lifeline
I wanna get you home
But
I aint goin rush ya
We'll make love in this club
I aint goin Usher
So
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