Lyrics:
and she pour up the wok (wok)
We just made a remix it about to drop, yup
Hundred on the dash 50 by the broadband
And we smoking kitty blunts feline propane
so stupid, what the hell were you thinking?
I ain't hating, but, your girl's a bird
You by my side, make it work
You and her, that sounds absurd
so stupid, what the hell were you thinking?
I ain't hating, but, your girl's a bird
You by my side, make it work
You and her, that sounds absurd
good luck, for what
He was already dead, what the fuck
I be, breakin' my shit up off in a nigga
When I don't see, nothin' but soft in a nigga
Fuckin'
neva got no room for no haters
When we pull up on them 24 omegas
While I'm smoking on a gar seeing Vega
You by my side we be on one when we hangin
What
(Juvenile)
Do you know what this ballin is, I'm talking bout marble floors
Tricks in private jets, hoes behind Rover doors
You talked about me bad
wig cooked when I'm done
{Lil Wayne}
now hold up be -Geezy, what seems to be the blood clot?
is it enough for me to go shoot up them drug
a decapitated head
When the rest of his body's still alive runnin'?
Comin' with five gunmen, waitin' to do a drive-by
So when you see the black 500 (what
a decapitated head
When the rest of his body's still alive runnin'?
Comin' with five gunmen, waitin' to do a drive-by
So when you see the black 500 (what
Yeah
Remix
Yeah, check it out
Brought to you by Blackstreet
It's the remix
No diggity, no doubt
Play on playette
Lil' Man, Funky Mama in
Or on the east like Dave, hear my beats by Dre
If a bitch in my DM's, I know what's up
She tryna fuck, pull her panties to the side
And go all the way up
Now
as fuck you still drinkin’ a sippycup
Remix my shit before fame as a backup
Dustin’ my books and then read, thats a brush up (Yah)
Hittin’ my dab like whooo
a giddyup
Pathetic as fuck you still drinkin' a sippycup
Remix my shit before fame as a backup
Dustin' my books and then read, thats a brush up (Yah)
Hittin'
Lil' Wayne)
Guerilla.....what!!!..what!!!....untamed guerilla
(Juvenile)
Everyday I hear somebody bustin' choppers
They be makin' it hot they be
Third Verse [Juvenile]:
Where the villains be, is where I stand,
I'm comin' with that tillery, up in my hand
Showin' you bitches the reason, that I'm
when I step on the scene
Motivated, go dumb of a bean
Steady workin' I'm up like a fiend
No security, only the team
Bodies droppin', I send out
clean yeah
You see my wrist you think we whippin' up a remix
I see no competition, new watch limited edition
Broke boy no pot to piss in
This the real
know me
Shit really thowed, I grew up kinda young
I didn't go to school but I
Ain't grew up kinda dumb
See I learn from the streets what
Niggas rack up
its sadder for us to get caught up by the po-po fo sho'
And what about our boys and young girls
In their wicked young world
Coming to school wit'
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
No, No, No (Remix)
Jae Millz, Cam'ron, T.I
(Jae Millz)
Yea . . . you know we had to do this right here
All hoods, stand up
All rude bwoys
(Am I A God?)
What what, let's go
Pulled up before, we'll do it again
You try us we all do the most
You not my bro, no you not my friend
I heard that
the remix so I know what she wishin'
I hit it once and she want me to stroke again
I get it wet like a Super Soaker gun (I like it!)
Now she lookin' for
[Juvenile]
Huh...
You lil boyz don't know what it mean ta get shot
You lil boyz don't want to do nothin' but hang on tha block
Yoy lil boyz ain't
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