Lyrics:
Damn (Brr)
She walk by she breakin' they neck aye
And she a lil freak freak
Yea lil shawty gon' fuck up a check aye
(Check check check)
(Brrr)
Lil
I have to hit
Whatever I aim at
I line 'em up
Ya body is weak, feel with pain
That time is up
You been hit with somethin'
Different, isn't it?
Rakim
I have to hit
Whatever I aim at
I line 'em up
Ya body is weak, feel with pain
That time is up
You been hit with somethin'
Different, isn't it?
Rakim
DJ, please
Pick up your phone
I'm on the request line
G-Unit
This is a Missy Elliot one time exclusive (come on)
Is it worth it, let me
Ninja you been creeping on the low, by my waistside (By my waistside)
We be going up, pockets going up, high five
Riding on a wave, misbehave, on a high
to swallow semen like it lemonade
Pull up on you and hop out throw the paper and ya knocked off
Man I'm steppin on shit flexing on niggas anytime I pop out
brain
Oo, when I got It I flip it up like tha product I flip it and then remix it I flip it like solve a problem
Solve a problem what it is, two plus two
wanna be rich overnight
Me and my niggas got a bag,
She a freak up on that
Love the way she throw it back, like
Damn, it's clappin' in this bitch
I might
like a roller ring
Streets so cold it froze the mink
Keep a pipe right by the sink
Opps hope I be lackin
I be packin goin overseas
Slime em out for Lil
fake Supreme, fake bape packs
All it really take to make shorty throw her back, wait
If you wanna fight me nigga stop it, my fists hit like polly pocket
throw it up call the shit hydraulics
Then piss in the cup call the shit Hipnotiq
I bleed Compton, spit crack, the shit chronic
And you new niggas
sorry
I'm not sorry
I just copped a check, feelin' good, I'ma throw it out the sunroof
Talking like I need you, lil bitch I don't want you
Pull up in
[Lil' Jon & Eastside Boys]
What the fuck my nigga what the fuck (What the fuck)
[Repeat 3x's]
Back up bitch nigga back (Back up)
[Repeat 3x's]
Now if you
G's chick please, what are you getting mad for
In the morning
When I hook up with Killa Mike, Lil' Jon and them
All of my calls, I'm gonna forward them
to remix
I got rerock
Call it remix
20 for a feature nigga I cant give no free shit
I’m on my way
You can't hold me down
I’m on my way
Love is coming down
racks, nigga, I'm gettin' many
It's been a minute since me and gang linked up
Give 'em a call, and we eat out at Beni's
We finna eat out at lil
Cause it be goin down for the boy D-mo
[Interlude: Big Moe]
It's that nigga, nigga named M-o-e
I represent that Southside, yeah the 3
Hooked up with them
Cause it be goin down for the boy D-mo
[Interlude: Big Moe]
It's that nigga, nigga named M-o-e
I represent that Southside, yeah the 3
Hooked up with them
Ever came up inside the Building
If they say those names
Listen it's one umbrella we one forever
Understand i got my gun forever
Lyrics By: SumanStudios
Take him on a mission and I bet he gon' choke (choke)
She ate a lil' molly than I let her drive the boat (ha)
AR up under the Balenciaga coat (yeah)
I
to the Lou aye
Turn up
I’m a lil different shawty
We finna throw a lil after party
Woke up in magnolia ain't here to play boy I ain’t talkin' bout Carti
She
is colder,
Nigga know I ain’t trippin,
Knew you keep other bitches,
Getting money just to throw it at the ceiling,
And I got a new nigga we
to a lil' accountant
Pickin' up a hundred thousand dollars (hundred thousand dollars)
And, I want it all cash (want it all cash)
Try to put it all in my
rocking with him no more
It's okay, I get it popping
Whole club rocking, like a '64 impala
Drink Cris, throw it up Call the shit hydraulics
Then piss in
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