Lyrics:
ak-filled
Get your mouth blown off like
The hand that feeds you
Yeah little motherfucker put the
Hammer in diesel
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my shoes, made it even worse. I worked in an environment where you're judged by your shoes. You dare not wear scuffed shoes. You dare not wear
toward South Shore, wrong way homey
This street's for Mix-A-Lot's posse only
Looked in his mirror saw my big gold grill
Ain't no place to run so you
on
Then after that she gon` jump my bone
Gettin tweeded up in the club niggas in the parking lot
Sasquatch pipmin bitches from different cities
Written by Adedamola Adeniji, David Bem & Adedotun Adekanmbi
Alaye shey you dey ment
How much you think say you get
You say wan pop for the club ,
murkey
Have you skanking have you dancing
Hear you singing hear you screaming
Dj go ahead and mix me
Only if you knew only if you knew
Only if you knew if
Thats I've been trying to forget
My old girl yeah
cnd move on to the next
When I met you in the club
Swear I thought that you was it
I still do baby
else would be isn't decent, the club is packed with heaters, don't get mad get even, its getting hot in hurr, tell me how you got in hurr, see so many
we off that
Always wanna fight in the club and we off that
But you can't bring the future back
Y'all steady chasing the fame we off that
Over sized
we off that
Always wanna fight in the club and we off that
But you can't bring the future back
Y'all steady chasing the fame we off that
Over sized
Yea i up next, hear i up next
In these streets best you stick and move
I's a shooter by the oath
Two bad bitches I can't pick and choose like fuck
Waking up the sleeping beast
I'm sparking up all this weed
I was always meant for this
I'm dropping hard on these beats
NeverxHappy on the mix you
Throw it back make it clap
Scrub that booty on the floor
You so fine you a dime aye
Wipe the pole do your dance
Every nigga in the club in a trance
Break the chains, break the locks
You gotta make your choice
By His hands we're saved
He left the grave
So you and I would live forever.
Sent His only
at a table is the main act
Undistracted by tonight's events, dude is laid back
Only with a wire tap can you hear his practice runs
Doesn't need his earbuds,
Yeah, like I said man, you already know man
I fuck with the A heavily
Yeah, man, I'm talking 'bout, I'm the
Only famous motherfucker still really
Hey! Hey! Hey!
Can't you see I want you by the way I push you away, Ya!
Don't judge me tomorrow by the way I'm acting today
Mix the words up with
called a taxi to take you home in the mornin'
Dumb bitch, you just got fucked by a flunkie
See you at the club and you actin' like you want me
Don't make
the good shit, you smell me nigga?
I'm on some hood shit
New York get the blood money
Dirty cash, smoke hydro green, still mix it wit hash
To all the weed
the good shit, you smell me nigga?
I'm on some hood shit
New York get the blood money
Dirty cash, smoke hydro green, still mix it wit hash
To all
you know the routine
Not only did he walk away with the HIV
Her man's jealous, jooked him rediculously
[Chorus]
Yolanda's always got a scream
don't forget it
And I'm Weezy F Baby you might find it on a titty
Would you
Pass me the dutch with cha left hand
I got the whole club nodding like
I'm the man
And she a bad bish
I'm the man
I'm the man
And she a bad bish
Ima pull up to the club
Where you be at
Lace my girl with bottles
Only
loose or pick and choose, we play the game nigga
You see me when you can place the blame nigga
And you can have her back and that's a fact I only lay with
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