Lyrics:
away lost off in hugs
Stalkin' blood for an awesome plug
This is addictive
Vicious and wicked slick talkin' stud
I take good gals
Recruit um,
due
Now what you did was cute, girl, you spent the loot
Easy on the tears, oops, man, you soil my suit
Do yourself a favor and find a new recruit
my suit
Do yourself a favor and find a new recruit
And don't take it personal because you got the boot
You're out on the streets {Looking good}
bitches'll learn (No!) Gotta recruit a few
(This nigga's gonna do me harm! I'm drugged up and I'm torn!)
(Look at this motherfucker he colored my hair
It's due us
The old ways of the US, it ain't the new us
Tell em we the stars, they can't shoot us
Through prisons and wars
You could no longer recruit us
don't salute you (pussy nigga)
Once you play foul with your dog, I swear, I can't recruit you (Heavy Camp)
Heavy Camp shit, we still steppin' on shit,
by the boatload?
Doing him a favor when I'm rockin' out later
Alligator on my shoes and boots
And new suit mean new recruits, ya dig?
('Cause you
Big Fool
The first Fig-Side originals, and you ain't gotta recruit
Smack, Floyd, G-Scrap, nigga, the main crew
Flossy B was locked in, but he normal,
Boa, bitch
So a fuck nigga can see what I'm shootin' (what?)
I pop out with your bitch, I had to recruit it (what?)
Okay, she know I fuck with all her
I'll recruit ya
I talk with slang that swang like Slick Rick chain
King Tut's my new nick name
I'm at the Knicks game when it's on
I get Nuggets so
you're sexy, you're tight
Come to me casa and see the chakra flexin' you right
Groupies at 12 o'clock man I'll crawl, I'll go
Yeah I'll recruit 'em, but
Strange recruit me, guess when the god speakin' Strange Music
Locked up, I'm free still doing time
I'm stuck, on notes of some of mine
Incarcerated,
They're scared to shoot
My niggas get you with the 21 gun, salute
I paratroop to your city, hit the club, recruit
Let's see some titties
Boogie words
show up (Go Iggy)
I'm drinking PJ on a PJ in my PJs
Thinking money 25/8, no free days (Go Iggy, go Iggy, go Iggy)
If your girl dumb body, I recruit
extra hard for these
Reading Us and People mag', tryna get the scoop
Chasing an actor for a Bentley coupe
She recruit a ball player from the Clippers,
L-M-F-A-O came to make you lose control
Bring ya fine a** on the floor and drop it low
Girl we a secret society, all we ask is trust
We recruit pretty ladies
upliftin' future (Indeed)
Recruit you and seduce you to the mutual group of (My friends' souls)
Nigga you better get ready 'cause
We done put together
recruits
Cute, smileless, heartless, violent
Childhood destroyed, avoided of all childish ways
Can't write their own names
Or read the words on their own
recruits
Cute, smileless, heartless, valiants
Childhood destroyed, devoid of all childish ways
Can't write their own names
Or read the words that's
Tell em what the fuck am I yellin'
No tellin' you got them artists and artificials
If it ain't right I don't give a damn if it's sellin'
Recruits
can't be wrong
She:
When we have joined up perhaps there'll be
A new recruit or two or three
For that's what team work can do
Both:
In one big union for
like a sequel
Been down and up, so I'm roundin' up
Mad troops new recruits O G's and up
Me and my right hand man Mr. Hancock make landmarks
In foreign
my face with pain in his eyes (pain in his eyes)
Hope he get to catch a wave and change over time (change over time)
I don't need no recruit, gang
true but you recruit the youth ignore bizarre niggas
But ain't nobody fuckin' with any of our niggas
And if you trippin under the Tecca there are
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