Lyrics:
here to entertain when I let them bullets sing
Rims on, Rida Gang, slap the fuck out of you, nigga
Trying to pull out your pistol when you know that
here to entertain when I let them bullets sing
Rims on, Rida Gang, slap the fuck out of you, nigga
Trying to pull out your pistol when you know that
You know I'm a star
Starboyy
It's Yermoh on the beat
I'm in the studio
I'll choose it over groupie hoes
These ain't beige off white on my toes
I
[Hook: Big Moe and Z-Ro]
Rolls wheels and get rolled over, south side soldiers
We da shit bitch, I know you smell the odor
These boys raise hell
Pitbull, you know he's down with us
Viva Mexico, yeah, they down with us
The Boogie Down Bronx is down with us
Miami, Dade County, yeah, they down with us
We
to this
Satanic bitches that fuck for the ritual
Spiritual visuals, fuckboys habitual
Talkin' that shit, you don’t know, bitch
Don’t make me get physical
Pinkie with the same shine,
Pitbull and a canine
[Chorus]
You know I rep' this shit,
I gots it tatted on my skin,
If you fuckin' with my city,
Then
She said I'm handsome
How the fuck I'ma take care
Of everybody? That's a handful
Everyday I dog a different bitch
I'm a pitbull
Watch where the fuck you
Don't give a fuck I ain't gonna wait
Knowin its more than me
Its weaker when you know that its right
I hold the mic with confidence like rollin the dice
you ain't around when I scratch
'Cause like I said before, I eats what I catch
Searchin' shit will have a nigga hurt and sick
The dirt you kick will
I ain't spit like this in a minute
My style cant be bought nor rented
If I start that shit I end it
Know its history if I pen it
Told you boys I was
acting up
Then I'll be there to comfort you
Shawty you know what it is
I can spend the night
But I gotta be gone by the morning
You ain't gotta talk
your brain
Don't mess with us
Or you get blasted right by your brain
You got a gun
But you still got a plug
I ain't no gangsta
But I'm hanging with my
acting up
Then I'll be there to comfort you
Shawty you know what it is
I can spend the night
But I gotta be gone by the morning
You ain't gotta talk
where to park it yea
I ain't DaVinci but she got on the Balenci
And you ever see me
Know that the team stay with me
I got pitbulls, labradors, the dog
them a know badman and Toronto
Number one in the game
We keep it 100 legit
If you ain't talking money
My hommie just gimme some space
All my bridas we be
a pitbull who ain't been fed in a week
Roamin' the streets I'm gland pressure
Like I'm stoppin' a leak
And I give a fuck about a daydream
Cause it's done when
to yourself and you throw down your hat
Sayin', "Christ do I gotta be like that
Ain't there no one here that knows where I'm at
Ain't there no one here that
bank on them hoes you no player, just sayin
I'm in the game, I ain't playin
Where you violate be the same place you laying
Tired of niggas here claiming
This year, we iller than a nun in a cumshot
Gettin’ double penetrated in a dope spot
By two hard pipe hittin’ niggas
On the orders of Marcellus
got the birds all flockin'
Pitbull I'm a big dog barkin'
Shit got me high up they know that I'm buzzin'
Put it in sports when I'm switchin' performance
get to gunning
Pull up on a nigga with the 30 clip hanging
Bodies dropping ain't no talking boy you know I'm spraying
Niggas dying momma crying
Better
Stunting for my friends like "Watch
A nigga check this bitch" "Hey bitch
You better have my mother
Fucking money by Thursday"
"I'm sorry mom just go with it
Light up inna the air
Round here it ain't safe Mogadishu
Nigga call your people
All my dawgs are pitbulls
Every last one is evil
Bad to the bone we eat
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